A list of things you couldn't recall:
the name of the first love song (an ironic canary in the mine)
a string of prepositions at the end of a sentence
(that still makes you laugh)
The power to be a muse lies dormant
How far one must dig
through piles of crumpled up paper
wadded up yellow sheets lined with pink and blue
some within, some near misses from a gray trashcan
that tripped you over in a physics classroom
and digital reminders of our embarrassing pasts
those images
those letters
those mp3s
you thought you deleted
Latent inspiration is an engram
And a trip down memory lane
that once filled you with shame
makes you whole again
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