What’s your first feeling,
Not the first pictures you saw
but what's your first feeling?
Is it the kitchen and you're 3,
The margarine stick and the taste of butter
The thing you craved at 3,
No dairy, not allowed dairy,
so you ate the margarine,
Took slices off it
Cuz you craved the butter.
But what was your first thought,
Your first feeling,
The first vision
That grinds thru your mind
In 8 millimeter flicker,
In tiny photos
Black and white realities
Copies, and copies, with dates,
Or VHS
Taunting you now with static lines,
The realities of failed technology
Out-dated,
You didn’t back it up?
So, what do you see?
What does your mind eye feel?
The atrocities of your memory,
Not banal pictures of Santa encountered,
But the frying pan
On your mother’s temple?
What is your first memory.