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Memories In Your Own Aquarium
You
----gaze into that picturesque world, crouched
besides the now soggy New York Times, your father's daily breakfast companion...
----thanks to that Poland Spring you just spilled. It
stares back at you with your own
----chapstick lips and acnes underneath Proactiv cheeks. You hesitate,
the time you went skinny dipping with a man who had a set of cute dimples,
----whose name you couldn't remember, at two past midnight...now you trespass into your
bubble aquarium, as if in a guerilla attack on Mrs.Miller's cat, who's
----hobby included doing unspeakable things to the daffodils on your front lawn. You
remember...waiting for the salt between your toes
----to bake in the sun before that Spring's first thunderstorm, and you
grasp for the sands of Howard Beach that now tickle
----your memory and make your scalp itch with nostalgia...Your cichlids start
to jut their dainty fins, the fond memories of the time
----your cousin Nelle did a catwalk down Gordon Road for all the guys to see...You
feel them tingle your palm...remember how your parrot
----Colonel Bubba, who quite often bursts your bubbles, tried to
wake you up with his "Shoot her one more time, baby", after you fell
----asleep on your carpet floor, the night of your awful second date?...They
smooch the neat scar on your index finger...it was that night when you tried to
----fillet a tilapia for dinner to impress your mother-in-law that you got the nasty cut...Your
hands dangle in the bath of imaginary soap bubbles which
----used to be as real as your obsession with rice pudding and which you used to
make in your backyard with your best friend Lou-Ellis who now
----lives across the ocean on the other side of the world...
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You gaze into that picturesque world, crouched
besides the now soggy New York Times
your father's daily breakfast companion...
thanks to that Poland Spring you just spilled. It
stares back at you through glossy covers, with your own
chapstick lips and acnes beneath Proactiv cheeks.
You hesitate, the time you went skinny dipping
with a man who had a set of cute dimples,
whose name you couldn't remember...but before long
you invade your bubble aquarium, with
guerrilla tactics of your neighbor Mrs.Sanders' cat,
who's snarls and growls freaked the life out of
Brenn, the quirky boy who used to live across the street.
You remember...waiting for the salt between your toes
to bake in the sun before that chilly Spring's first
thunderstorm, and you grasp for the shells, the sands and
the run-along crabs of Howard Beach that now tickle
your memory and make your scalp itch with yearning,
like your Grandma's knitted scarves of nostalgia...
Your cichlids start to jut their dainty fins, the memory
of the time your cousin Nelle did a catwalk
down Gordon Road for all the guys to see...You feel them
tingle your palm in sudden bites...remember how your parrot
Sergeant Bubba, woke you up with his screechy
"Shoot her one more time, baby" after you fell asleep
on your carpet, the night of your awful second date?
Your clown fish smooch the nasty scar on your index finger
it was from that night when you burned yourself
making a jambalaya...You were trying to impress
your mother-in-law, who wasn't the most pleasant
lady in the world...
Your hands are now dangling in the bath
of imaginary soap bubbles which used to be as real as your
secret obsession with rice pudding and toffee, and
which you used to make in your backyard
with your best friend Lou-Ellis, who now lives
across the ocean on the other side of the world...
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