I drive through towamencin condos
that neighborhood that reeks
of my past

and all of my memories
start happening as I drive—

I am a  puberty struck horny zit of a kid

playing dungeon and dragons like my very breath depended on every role of the dice

scrubbing the pool there with Kris for a measly Sprite

watching the Doors movie for the first time at his house
in awe of all
the sex, drugs, and rock and roll
thinking Jim Morrison was an ass

playing tennis
even though you had to live there to use the courts

same with the basketball courts where I also sweat endlessly and lose my hologram Yoda watch

this whole experience is like watching holograms of my past

it is fucking strange
living it
then watching it all over again
in photographic memory

it’s so weird
and awkward
as making out
with Sheila
(my tongue on
her braces)

maybe I won’t
have to watch
this movie
of my past again
now that this film
has been exposed