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.
Sun peeking through the clouds
And I begin to feel happy again
Sometimes I sleep naked
I like to feel the sheets on my body
And I stretch out to fill up the entire bed
Because the queen-sized bed is taken up by
And the cat.
You are not welcome.
Every time I fill up my car I smell the gasoline
And I am instantly floated back to my childhood summers
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.”
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.
Lights flash in colors
Reminding me of a
Euphoric trip to the moon