Rot Sweet

Let us rot sweet like botrytis grapes.
Let us lie in the grass like snakes and awake like lions.
Let us bottle.
Let us fester.
Let us explode.
Let us remember everything that we forgot.
Let us learn nothing.
Let us learn it together.  

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His exhibition over. The difference counted. Electric and hollow. All purpose measuring and level with a knife. 

I have two hands.

I have two hands. They can make two fists.

When I am scared or nervous I can feel them clench.

Earliest Memory

In my earliest memory I awake in the dark, scared, cold and alone. I climb from my crib and fall over the side. I do not cry then; I expected to fall. I am going to find my parents and the safety and warmth they represent. I climb the first stairs and the landing. I climb the second stairs, but at the last step I trip and fall abruptly forward onto the floor. I cry then; I did not expect to fall. 

I relive this memory as a dream. The dream is always the same, but I am older. I awake in the dark, scared, cold and alone. I get out of bed and climb stairs to a warm, safe place and at the last step, I stumble.