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They said I’d see the big picture I’d see one day once smiles were like fuck yous children played in memories and I don’t remember the last time I saw an arcade and when I was younger no one could tell me about being old and now that I’m older no one can tell me about being young and now that I’m older I lose things and most of my memories of youth were lost like my keys this morning and I was late for work again ten minutes or ten years Always late and you should’ve seen the look on my boss’ face but I didn’t care because no one knows me, my lateness, in one hundred years because like my great-grandfather only exists in one black-and-white photograph taken when he was eighteen and all I know from the photo is he was Sioux and it said James on the back and the rest of him wiped out in the great landslide of any memory of his existence and the memories I do have of my youth are nothing more than a snowy day in a park making funny faces, or one time I was on vacation in Colorado and we went to Ouray for sight-seeing then dinner and the wait was long so I wandered into an antique shop and I wanted a civil war bullet behind the glass case that was in a little plastic baggie and in calligrapy on some fancy paper about the size of my pinkie it said mini civil war bullet and all I remember as I threw a tantrum because my mom wouldn’t buy it for me but it was only three dollars was that the round pellet could’ve killed someone but it hadn’t because it was still perfectly round and the person it could’ve killed perhaps lived a little longer but never had a picture taken and doesn’t exist any more anywhere and all of him was wiped out in the great landslide of any memory of his existence and they said I’d see but I only see what I want to see and sometimes it’s not very healthy and one day I will see, but I don’t think it will be until the great landslide of any memory of my existence |