It begins with deep insecurities,
embarrassments no one cares
to know, even if extant beyond
my tormented quandaries.
Memory arrives unannounced
like relatives best done without.
Whole stories unfold in seconds,
what I did, where I was, and how.
If I tell this history another way,
with a different slant here, or there,
will the present be transformed
into an exultant hero out of myth?
Yet, my memory will not relent to form;
each moment bends to dire consequence.
(December 22, 2014)
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