Sunday, November 11, 2012

stolen

He smiles and answers because he still feels weakness.
His past shaped this tragedy and grief.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

I Remember


I remember my easy-bake oven. Collecting Pokemon cards. I remember wishing I had a twin so we could be like Mary-Kate and Ashley. I remember AOL and my favorite Beanie Baby.

I remember my secret hiding place at the neighborhood playground. There were these little white rolled up things on the floor that smelled weird, but I didn't care. I was alone and that's how I liked it.


I remember playing m.a.s.h. during lunch. Playing super mario on the gameboy color. I remember slap bracelets and cassette tapes.


I remember when my best friend showed me porn in 3rd grade. I ran to the bathroom, gagging.


I remember blowing on the nintendo games to get them to work. I remember radio disney. I remember overalls and Drake and Josh. I remember VHS and The Sandlot.


I remember the first time my mom cried because of me. I sat next to the bathroom door and listened to her cry, and cried with her.


I remember Aaron Carter. The black power ranger was my favorite. I remember Fresh Prince and Cabbage Patch.


I remember getting kicked out of dance class. How was I supposed to know you couldn't kick the mirrors?


I remember Grandma's house. Watching the original Willy Wonka and chewing on ice cubes. We'd make cinnamon rolls and I'd sneak into the candy cabinet when she wasn't looking. I remember her funeral. I brought her a bag of candy to make up for the treats I took from her cabinet. My mom said Grandma would appreciate that.


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