Inspired by Joe Brainard’s “I Remember.”
I remember watching the cookies baking in the
oven and the scent of comfort in the air.
I remember my mother’s smile glowing above
I remember the night when I first felt the deep
hunger called homesickness in my chest.
I remember staring at myself as my head grew
lighter and it rained hair.
I remember putting my hair in a nice bag and
forgetting to do anything with it.
I remember treating my notebooks like they
were my life (which they were).
I remember looking at old photos of myself,
photos I no longer remember being taken.
I remember gaping at the tiny dog, too large
for my hands.
I remember sitting hunched over my notebooks
at two in the morning, looking and trying to see.
I remember the time when homework didn’t
I remember when I realized that I cry from
frustration and rarely pain.
I remember reading my old notebooks and
stopping after a page because of unwelcome memories.
I remember Barbies.
I remember my brother’s toy cars.
I remember throwing out my notebooks and
running a hand over my empty desk.
I remember needing someone and having no
I remember wanting no one and being wanted.