i remember the first time my sister saw snow
i remember this exchange student we had who cried when she saw the stars
she said at home she never saw such a clear night
the picture of my mother and father
the eyes of my brother
on his wedding day
i remember the texture of the sand
grains on my face
i remember the dreams i had as a child

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here is a poem i wrote a while ago that i was just reminded of. The prof made us write using this repetitive style. he drove me nuts, he said for inspiration he read a poem, then wrote one like it. i thought that was really weird. everything was about structure with him. i resented that. but i can't say i didnt learn anything writing all those sestinas and using antanaclasis' and asyndentons.

"my childhood stuffed into a format"
I took this poem off. I hated looking at it.
Heres another one from that class I like better:

my mother was once like the moon
stable,
unchanging
only one face visible to me

she would threaten,
if i pointed at her
that she would come in the night
to bite off my ears

and one day i grew up
i realized
that my mother was slowly moving away from me
at approximatley 3 cm. per year

i like that one. okay enough for today, i'm procrastinating. i have to write up a handout for my class on why i believe language restricts what we can communicate about identity. that's right you heard me. i'm dressing up as a guy, i've got the beard-stubble make up from laura and some of seans clothes. i'm going to say that when it comes down to it, the quality of having the body of a woman, being a woman means being first and foremost a sight. i want women to know that they don't have to act like someone is watching them, and for alot of them even when they are alone. you are most beautiful, you are most graceful, when you do not think anyone is watching. i love you my mom, my new mom, my sisters and any other woman who reads this. Happy International Women's day by the way.