I’m the emperor of my own memories,
here I reign supreme
and can alter or discard what I don’t care to remember.
Like when a temporary girlfriend rang from the factory
to tell me that she had forgotten her dentures on the sideboard of the bed
she had taken them out for a while
then forgotten to put them back in,
lewd laughter through the phone;
now that’s not much of a story to remember.
An alteration is called for
she had left her diamond ring on the kitchen table
when doing the dishes after our romantic candle lit dinner
and forgotten to put it back on.
Now that’s a nice little story,
very understandable,
why would anyone take off their false teeth
in the middle of making love?