8.2.2011 “ im s o ”
I remember
everything b ut
will never , it seems,
understand
remember
a kid getting up going out into the line of fire
they discharged me hate to think
what I would have done
hate to think of
what I’ve been told
Jesus
flat feet
Christ
duck your head
These erasures are derived from one lengthy e-mail with my estranged father, the subject line of which is "skim this long one or delete unread, please." In this message, he wonders over—among other things—his discharge from the army for schizophrenia just before the Vietnam War, the power hierarchy of the Vatican, the methods of storing and safekeeping the Declaration of Independence, and senescence in old age. I have endeavored, in these erasures, to mine out new meaning in this source text.