i don't remember
the last
time
i watched.
i remember
the mysteriousness
of subways.
i remember The
Indian in the
Cupboard
and begging
my mother for
a cabinet and key.
i remember baseball.
i remember baseball
freshman year
first game
of the
season stealing
second
sliding face
first
over the bag.
i remember wanting
to kidnap friends
on Halloween
in a
big
silver
truck.
i remember seiously considering
necrophilia
if
within
an hour.
i remember wanting
a programmable
coffee maker
and having
a programmable
coffee maker
and never using it.
i remember crying
when it snowed
in boulder, co
after moving
out buffalo, ny.
i remember
having a dead squirrel
thrown
at my back
while navigating lsd.
i remember only one perfume
on my lips.
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