The Day My House Burned

Write something you cannot remember: a memory of something – a story, an anecdote, a song, another poem, a recipe, an episode of a television program, anything, that you only partially or imperfectly remember. Write multiple versions, at least 6, of this memory.


I’ve been through versions of this memory my entire life. Narratives can absolutely be created.



The Day My House Burned


I needed my Batmobile, a toy I already had

The day the Happy Meal Batcave came out.

Batman and Robin needed a place

To park their car, after all.


The explosion happened while Mommy and I searched

Daddy’s garage, down the lane, where I left it. So I’m told;

I was three.



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