Personal Mnemonic

A white, loose, preppy graphic t-shirt

my mom ordered

from overseas

was my personal mnemonic.

In tiny chunks,

I’d read and analyze

the words,

“Den’ rozhdeniya”

encrypted in Cyrillic.

I’d begin

by sounding out

and carefully scrutinizing

that distinctive,

crab-resembling “D”.

Day by day,

my Russian reading abilities

grew as large

as The Tower of Pisa-

I became

a giant Russian alphabet book

anyone could purchase

for free.

That wearable personal mnemonic

I proudly possessed

worked like a magic potion

for the human mind.

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