Jaundice

I wonder if babies with jaundice
grow up to love the Simpsons?
And, if rearing their heads,
shrieking in Brazil, their parents
love it too?

It's such a wonderful thing
to see yourself write large
opposite Bart and Marge.
You wouldn't even mind losing
your fifth finger.

My fever dreams are all Disney shows -
Silverstone and Boy Meets World.
Sweating in my bed for hours,
imagining myself watching me.

Memories make me want to vomit.
Half I can't access and half I wouldn't
want to anyway. Even the memories
of you. 4 hours in the front seat
just to talk - then a whole day in silence.
I understand why we couldn't make it work
after I moved to Springfield.