I love lists and letters! Excess baggage sits heavily upon its owner, weighs us all down, and is paid for by all. I don’t want to have unfinished business, yet I sure do linger sooner than I thank people. Indebted, I can’t repay them, but rather must in turn pay someone else instead. As Gerardo says, pay it forward. To, and write One day she left all the words scattered around the floor In disheveled stacks around the coffee mugs So that she might step out to get some air. It was night. The streets were charged. You had to look both ways. She walked, she looked, Walked some more, So far that she Lost her way. By the time she did make her way home to the words, She had lost track of their meanings: she knew What each meant in isolation, alone, but Not what she could make them say When she would line them up In arrangements no one had Ever before considered. This was her gift, But forgotten. She looked around the room for a long time, like Amnesia. She recognized her many things, the Cou...