Unfortunately, I can’t follow the Napowrimo.net prompt for Day 17, which is to ‘write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time.’ The explanation for this is the poem.

Classified material (or I don’t know what else to call this, so I’m calling it that)

Anecdotes
don’t run
in my family—
never have.

The few
‘stories’
I have heard
have been
so light
on detail
that
they barely
exist.

Calling them
‘vague’
would
suggest
at least
enough
information
to cause
confusion.

At best,
all I have
is the
redacted
edition.

(16 April 2018—posted April 17th)