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One time I started writing a poem called DON DRAPER SELLS ME A USED CAR, which I never finished but here's what I got:
DON DRAPER SELLS ME A USED CAR
Don Draper slurred at us in a precovid conference room:
You must remember this.
For a moment we believed in the promise of a past we could trust, could hold aside, preserved.
I think all my earliest memories were actually home video
(You must remember this)
Recorded, and played back, ceaselessly against the past
So I picked up a camera and got in the business
of making false memories.
The old ones I once believed in are gone now
Dissolved on magnetic tape.
Teddy told me that "lacuna" means a hole in the bone
We use it to refer to a gap in the fossil record.
We assume it is there, though.
It has to be.