Notes on a postpartum witch Pt. 9

Last night I dreamt that I had flat tires and today I had a flat tire. Am I a witch?

Life is a blackboard full of scribbles: a scribble about running; a scribble about rape; a scribble about high school charities; a scribble about teaching overseas and boys and jobs and abuse.

How do people forget, do they just ignore and deny? Do they forgive? How do they forgive?