Dear editor of the book, the person who requested I write a chapter,
I haven’t forgotten you.
I keep remembering, like a bad dream where I’m late to work,
I’m locked out of my house, my kids have been sitting on the curb for days.
I remember you. But I don’t quite remember enough.
I can piece together the request, but none of the key words
work in the search engine where I seek to find the whole invitation, again.
Yes, I did receive your emails, your reminders that the chapter was due, due soon, due now, past due,
so busy then and I put it into a folder, whose title
I forget and I can’t even remember what precisely I was to write about.
But please know you’re not the only one. I’ve lost my way
in numerous cities, missed appointments, deadlines, airplanes, birthdays.
I sincerely don’t wish to disappoint. I meant it then, when I said yes.
At the time, I really thought I could do it all.
*true story. I really am sorry.