our first 13 years
Kodak, yellow and black, a plastic
VHS cassette labeled “Back
to the Future, PG”
scrawled out in Mom’s handwriting.
“Temple of Doom, GhostBusters, 1984.”
TV tape-recorded, the first five seconds
of every commercial—ripples—then suddenly
Lois Lane in the arms of Superman. “Well?
Which one?” I dare you to speak
mouth full of pop rocks and Mr. Pibb.