Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Odd Thing About Memory

I remember Mr. Quinn.
"You can't just keep running
roughshod over people's feelings."
He told me when I was twenty.
It's odd
that I remember the
bumpy spots in the path
and honor those names.
The broken spots
have anchors in my dreams.
They shame me all my life.
I will be embarrassed beyond death.


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