04 June 2006

Sunday Scribblings: Earliest Memory

My earliest memories
Were like shards of glass.
They pricked me
When I swallowed them
As first experience
And they shredded my esophagus
Each time I threw up a piece
As verbal remembrance.
Years of spewing bile
Have allowed me to rid myself of them
And all that is left
Are pretty glass stones
That I buffed and polished
And gladly share.

--Dani Sanders, 04 Jun 06
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