Hospital, pet, concert, third grade crush.
How is it decided which memories last,
which fade like Krazy Kolor from a punk teen’s hair?
I’ll never forget the beagle shot in Daddles.
How is it decided which memories last?
Advertising jingles edge out people we loved.
I’ll never forget the beagle shot in Daddles
or my teacher’s one green/one brown eyes.
Advertising jingles edge out people we loved.
There’s not enough heart-room for everything.
My teacher’s one green/one brown eyes
watched us wash chalk from the blackboard.
There’s not enough heart-room for everything.
Time takes back some joy, some shame,
the way children wash chalk from a blackboard.
Hyperthymesiacs remember every second of their lives.
Time takes back some joy, some shame.
We’re left with a smattering of heightened scenes,
though hyperthymesiacs remember every second of their lives –
each meal, each beach, each late-night conversation.
We’re left with a smattering of heightened scenes,
vibrant as Krazy Kolor in a punk teen’s hair –
that meal, that beach, that late-night conversation.
Hospital, pet, concert. Third grade crush.