Jason Lee Brown

MEMORY SELECTION

I don’t remember standing in my father’s cowboy boots, no more than three years old,
trying to walk, powder white legs with curled toes barley able to budge.

I don’t remember the heavy long leather, like steel chaps -- and taking a small step, two
or three inches maximum, but still a step, towards the coffee table corner.

I don’t remember that Armstrong-like stride, and him releasing his bottle to pet mother’s
knuckles with chilled fingertips, and her fetching another beer afterwards.

I do remember the 15 stitches behind my left ear and the thumb-size lump, not to mention
the Dr.’s needle twisting and grinding, draining the fluid from the swelling.

Location:	Sullivan, Illinois
Occupation:	Weekly columnist for News Progress
Email:	jl22brown22@hotmail.com
Publications:	The Vehicle, Taint Magazine, Snow Monkey, Kitty Litter Press

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