Poem: muscle-memory

i was thinking the other day about how my grandfather

introduced me to a lot of great films – weird films, movies not meant for me – at that age.

he took me to battletruck.

(i was about 6).

and we saw some tarzan movie that wasn’t particularly appropriate.

(i had an older brother, still do in fact – so maybe that was part of the reason, couldn’t be bothered …