The coolest and simultaneously least cool I will ever be in my life happened a few months ago when I was playing some kind of strange horse girl board game made for middle-aged women with my sister and her friends. A card came up asking if anyone could recite a poem from memory. My sister looked me dead in the eyes and said, ‘s0ym1lk can.’
And she was fucking right.
The poem was Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll. I recited it start to finish, missing ne’er a word, and was met not with applause but immediate questions about why that is the poem I have memorized.










