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Do I remember
The ceiling falling on me
When I was 6 months old
The dark room, the cracking sound, the dust
And my mother racing in
To scoop me out of the crib
Just in time or
Do I remember
Stories of
the ceiling falling on me
When I was 6 months old
Because of my mother telling the tale
all my life
Of the cracking sound
That led her to race in
And scoop me out of the crib
Just in time or
Do I remember
The ceiling falling on me
When I was 6 months old
But it was actually my brother
And I have just spent my life
Making the story about me

Places I’ve lived #1: 6 months old, graduate student housing, New Haven, CT

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