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I remember hearing Joe Brainard read his poem“I remember”
 at the Ear Inn when I was eight or nine years old.
 
 I remember that of all the poets I had heard read
 up to that point
 Joe was not only the best, but the only one who
 was any good at all.
 
 I remember Joe reading “I remember putting socks
 down my pants
 to make it look like I had more,” and wondering if
 he was serious.
 
 I remember going home not too long after the reading
 and putting socks
 down my own pants to see what I would look like
 if I “had more.”
 
 I remember feeling embarrassed, and thinking I
 didn’t want anyone
 I knew seeing me have more.
 
 I remember taking the socks out and thinking
 poets should keep
 their ideas to themselves.
 
 
 
 
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