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Tonight's Poet Corner: Memory & Me

Memory & Me by Belinda Roddie I have captured moments in amber. Not just the happy or sentimental ones; also the ones with teeth marks on them, with bruises and scrapes. I don't always remember if I've locked the door of my classroom, and I have to trudge my way back across campus just so I can feel the cold, stiff beak of the door knob refuse to squawk. But I remember the time I somersaulted over the handlebars of my bicycle when I was thirteen, tattooing both my hands with canvassed scars. I remember the first time I felt dirty water splash against my knees on the river rafting ride at Great America - I think I was eight years old, or maybe I was nine. I remember when I was definitely eight years old, and I accidentally drank an entire cup of bright purple fluoride at the dentist's office, and I had to keep the rising bile down so I didn't projectile vomit in my mother's neon green Dodge minivan. The first memory I have is of me at age

Today's OneWord: Sensitive

Please don't touch me there, sir. I'm very sensitive to physical contact. I feel every goosebump erupt from my skin like new volcanoes from a dry, epidermal ocean. I smell all the oils and grease on your body, and when you put your lips close to mine, the breath that emerges from between your teeth is like the gust of wind from a noxious storm, and I have to shield my face.