remember imagine make up is there any difference
we extrapolate our stories from what little we know
how it must have happened how could we have been
stupid unkind blind to others' suffering and courage
whitewash our own culpabilities justify our errors
as if victimized if we didn't know better at the time
I remember myself remembering reminded by image
lost when Mother lost home movies in one of many
moves at will (Dad's not hers) as if they would always
exist only in my mind does anything of that remain
living his Buick her grace and charm my little suit
and Eton cap setting out for Sunday school all gone
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