one of those grade school paper folds.
and my fortune was
forgive yourself for something you did back then,
this is what victor told me.
and i was starting to find comfort in t.s.eliot,
for he said to me,
there will be time, there will be time,
and i thought that was nice.
oh, it was a horrible day
of wondrous output.
i was chopping in the kitchen,
and now my finger is bleeding.
and then i decided, once and for all,
to write a letter to all the teachers
who've taught me well. and first
on my list was stephanie arino.