Remembering the First Day

I’m in San Francisco. It’s where I was born. I went to the hospital and the room where I was delivered. I remembered the florescent lights on the ceiling being the first things I’d seen. My baby mind thought they were two long bright and shiny intelligent beings. I tried communicating with them. But then lumbering, moving bulks of mushy terrain kept distracting me. It’s been that way since.

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