What was your first poem?

[rayheinrich]

My first poem was pretentious, mawkish, filled with love clichés,
inaccurate references to Greek gods, and childish assumptions
about life; all of it scrawled in unpunctuated lower case and
faultlessly executed in iampestic errameter and lost to the ages
in an unlabeled box of highschool memorabilia which my mom left
in the attic of our first house in Kinzua, Pennsylvania which
is now located in the slightly picturesque Allegheny Reservoir
under sixty-eight feet of water.