Improv: Toi Decotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

In Knowledge of Young Girls
I knew you as my mother before I wrote
your name all over my little rocking chair
in felt pen. I knew you while I watched Eraserhead
the first time, with you of course, you were
yawning by the time Henry became titular
and significant. I knew you by your awful couch
with the dog hairs troubling sinuses and making
that nicotine patch more troublesome. I knew you
with your hair parted in the middle.
I knew you where the terrible eye in the center
of my head formed a sad contract and
gave you the howling fantods, which is what we
were at trivia night at 302 South St, providing answers
to questions brave with memory.