stomping on leaves
no
a bath in the sink

either way my first
memory was happy

I remember spelling words with magnets surrounded on a bed by excited people at how the letters made words

thats another first memory

I cried convinced I'd never read in the bottom bunkbed

I put on sunglasses and a hat and psyched myself up to ride on two wheels

got caught up and started losing track around 40 when counting to 100 walking home

counting up to 30 thousand later day by day on the bus remembering where I left off

the priest upset we cut through their grounds to hop the brick retainer up to the parking lot
trees with sharp points plated later

jumping cross roofs of parking spots and the ants in the plants under my eye every day