somehow, this piece of paper got loose in my bedroom (the knowing snickers from visitors will stop NOW). After a few days of replacing it here and there, I finally decided to take a look at it:

when I was young I had a fever
for the flavor of a Pringles;
crunchy, salty
saddle-shaped potato crisps;
gently arcing,
smoothly curving.

My father has always loved potato chips, & so when I was young I did, too. Once, for my birthday, my parents gave me a bag of barbecue-flavor�my favorite, at the time. I was very happy to get the chips as a present, because I could eat them and I usually got socks, but these I could eat!

The bag said that, in addition to the chips, there was some sort of toy inside. Well, it said exactly what sort of toy & gave it a name, but I can�t really remember what they called it after all this time. Anyway, it was supposed to be some sort kind of metal disk that you�d like invert�it was curved, you know?–& then set on a heater, or in the sun ore [sic] something, & it would heat up. And then it would pop-up high into the air with a loud snap!

Anyway, it sounded cool, & I was real excited about playing with it, but my parent

that�s it, except for loops back upon itself/ video-loop at the bottom of the page.

I certainly don�t remember writing this. The prose would mostly seem to indicate high school, but the �poetry� at the beginning is definitely from my college period. If not after. And some of the prose does show signs of trying something�casual language, I suppose. Not very successfully.

What I do remember at this remove is that that the bag did not just contain ONE �toy� but five or six or possibly ten. I was thrilled at the time. I was what–8, 9, 10?

tags: wrotting, friends & family