Facebook Memories

I hate the memory tab on Facebook.

It sits there waiting for you to click it

and remember all the things that happened that day however many years ago.

2 years ago

You graduated college

And it reminds you with pictures of you in a cap and gown

With hope and excitement in your eyes

Waiting for your life to begin.

But 2 years later

And you are still jobless and living with your parents.

 

1 year ago

You got into a relationship.

You see the status and are reminded

All over again how they broke your heart by claiming to be someone they aren’t

And that kills your whole day.

 

But sometimes it reminds you of when you went to Europe for the first time.

Or how you studied aboard for a whole year.

And that fills you with hope for the future.

Because even though the memories on Facebook suck

The future doesn’t have to.

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Gasoline

Every time I fill up my car I smell the gasoline

And I am instantly floated back to my childhood summers

At camp.

As I lift the gas pump the strong fumes remind me

Of the gas-powered boat that my cabinmates and I would ride

As we learned how to ski and tube.

And I begin to feel free as I remember the wind in my hair

As the boat zoomed along the water dragging me and my friends on a circular innertube.

And as we turn the corner the gasoline creeps up my nose

And when we stop

I mention to my friend that I guiltily love the smell of gasoline.

And she smiles and says

“So do I.”

Science Class

Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than identical twins.

When I first learned about DNA

I felt special because I am the only me out there

There is no one else with my face.

But then a classmate of mine

Raised her hand curiously and asked about identical twins.

It was then my illusion was shattered like a mirror

I had begun to realize that identical twins have the same DNA.

It began to give me hives thinking about

What if I had an identical twin?

I would no longer be special.

There wouldn’t just be one of me.

There would be two.