So Tony Brown tells me to write about stuff I don't remember for ten minutes and this is what I came up. Thanks Tony Brown you rockstar you.



I don't remember waking up this morning.
The exact moment is a blur,
But eventually I stood staring into the bathroom mirror, zombie
confused.
This is where morning memory begins

I don't remember putting on my suit on the day of the wake.
My memory that day starts with me excited to be riding a limo for the
first time. And I was sad my brother couldn't share it with me.

I don't remember my pre-school teachers name,
But I remember the stupid bilingual song she taught me. The one that
told me that a pluma was a pen,
In my world a pluma was a feather, and a boligrapfo was a pen.

I don't remember the words to my first poem.
Truth is I worked hard to forget that one,
But I do remember the feeling I got reading it aloud in class.

I don't remember when I stopped wearing tightie whiteys
Or when I became embarrassed of saving the world wearing only underwear
and a safety pinned towel.
Seems like my living room was a safer place when I was on the watch.