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I Forgot to Remember 2 My name is Hannah. Or was that her name, the girl who's body I am in. They tell me I'm just another personality, one that took over when Hannah could no longer take the pain. I'm a survival method they tell me.
I do not think that they like me very much.
There is one girl, Hannah's best friend, her name is Cally, she's the one I'm staying with, well, the one Hannah is staying with. Apperently, from what her and her family tell me, Hannah and Cally were really close, and when Hannah's father threatened to kill her, she ran, to the first place she could be safe, which is here. But she didn't know that her father would follow her, and it had only been a few weeks that Hannah and Cally got to hang out, in person, for the first time.
I don't have any distinct memories, only vague ones, so, when I woke up, I knew Cally was important, but I didn't know why, so I've stayed by her side,
I Forgot to Remember 1 My name is Hannah Elisabeth Mckenzie, or so they tell me. I'm 17, I just had my birthday. My birthday is June 8th they told me. You've been living with us for a while, you came from somewhere else to escape your family, but you never told us where you came from, so we don't know. You don't remember? You don't know where you came from? they asked.
I don't remember.
I don't remember anything.
That's not true. I remember yelling voices and loud crashes, blood on a wall and tears on a carpet.
But I don't remember friends. I don't remember family. The only memories of them I have are of flying fists and hurling insults. But I don't remember all of what they were saying, just bits and peices.
I don't remmeber who I was before.
StopStop it please,
Stop yelling at me,
I can't take it,
Please oh please stop,
Stop yelling at me!
Trumpet in a PaintingStanding on a canvas
in a world made by a brilliant
I see beauty all around me.
Water shimmering snow glimmering
wind blowing and I am going
to see the sun melt the world until it is
nothing but a ground of tears streaming away
to ponds and lakes and oceans.
And all the while I will wait for summer
to bring it's heat and warmth with bugs and bees
all chasing me.
And I will sit in a tree over the water and
watch the birds in the branches and the bugs below
I know the plants will grow and pollen will come
but I will not be bothered by it yet.
As trees lose leaves and the summer sun leaves
the world will hide behind clouds again
to wait for the snow to fall and cold to come.
And it will with the crisp bite that speaks of Canada
and a black and white picture of dimonds in the snow,
still I will always go
to watch the canvas be repainted month by month.
And the Painter has gifted us all
With music of the birds and bugs and wind
whistling through the trees,
as I pull up a piece of w
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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