i remember bringing home
my first serious
girlfriend
and my father
after examining the
port wine stain
birthmark across her
face asking her
how she
bruised her
face.
i don't remember my
twenty-first
birthday,
much of american history,
anything geographically
throught the world,
all the don'ts
in moses' hands
when to move
clocks forward and
backward how to
write a pantoum
how loud to play the
music in the
car, algebra,
spanish and the periodic
table what my first dog
looked like and riding
a bike over a hop-
scotch game
cock and cup
spurring against
my rubber
seat.
i remember outings to
Chi-Chi's being
dynamic
and zestful
jarred salsa,
sodapop,
unfrozen nachos grande
cooked to indigestion
and a sideshow of
gaudy electrocuted decorations,
afterwards reconditioned
by the intestinal
waterpark
distributing one free
mercy flush
per
drop of blood.
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