My Childhood Memory

Grab the disc
The cream yellow cover
With bold black women

Place the orange pillows
(Their loose threads are like the grains
Of rice you left on the red table)
Near the white walls

And switch on the disc player
Place the compact disc in.
Let your small hands
Touch the amplifier,
The cold metal.

Now wait.
The beats are repetitive
The beats are fast
Now shake your small hips
To the left and to the right

Lana,wave your hands
Jump from one pillow to another
And sing with the purple dinosaur

Now stop.The beats are slow.
Fling your extensions
I want to hear the clear crystal
Sea blue beads clatter

It’s still fresh in my memory.

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