Mr. G

dear mister gee

i think you owe me an apology

about ten years ago you took something

very important to me

i could not think of what it was

i could not feel

i dared not pause

i searched through my collections of rocks and stamps

i stayed up every night by the light of my

searching lamp

i always thought so highly of you

your son was in my first grade class

and second too

he was a funny gap toothed boy

and

like your pretty wife

he was a decoy

Mister G, I promise you,

as long as I live I will not forget.

Every scar,

every deformity,

every grotesque, phantomic bump on my body

aches with your residual touch.

My heart knows treachery;

My body knows invasions;

My innocence knows murder;

My tongue holds stories of injustice and

slaughter and

I will remember.

I will always remember.