at the beginning of the pandemic i ordered memory by bernadette mayer. it feels like a long time, but it isn't. her work is, was about memory as it's made. i sent her a card on her birthday. i don't know if she got it, if the address was right. seems like only days ago i read it was her birthday, but it was may. i had her new book in my queue, then bumped it for something else, then looked and it was on hold by someone else, then i looked again and it was unreserved, so i ordered it. i wonder if she knew it was her last book. i left off memory when the library started up again, but it's still sitting there, at the bottom of a stack on the dresser and i'll pull it out again now she's gone into memory.