Remembrance

I remember feeling cold.

I remember being kissed by a boy I loved and being disappointed.

I remember a three hour phone conversation with a man I once loved.

He loved me too.

I remember writing in the white hallway of a psych ward, in red ink.

I remember that I never remember how low I can sink until I read about it on the page.

I remember being diagnosed Bipolar and having to take a leave of absence from work.

I remember cotton candy, pink, melting on my tongue.

I remember kissing the forehead of child while he slept.

I remember writing about my body, and later, writing about how I wrote about my body.

I remember playing fort in my backyard.

I remember when I was innocent.