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ON MY 8TH BIRTHDAY
PLAYING KICKBALL AT THE BEACH
My brand-new shining memory
Perfected through the years—
At the beach playing kickball
Into the dawn of evening.
My perfect gleaming memory
Comforted me into sleep—
When the nightmares came
In those long twilight nights.
My beautiful metallic memory
Held me in its bosom—
When I hated you
During the daytime hours.
My pure holy memory
Scolded me to love—
When I wanted to cry
that this was my only one.