Reconstructed From Fragments

As I recall the physical remains of [my] childhood were left in storage unit number [...] in [...], a town by a river. As we drove away, [never] to return, dad made me give up my spending money to buy cigarettes for [...] She smoked, and [...] we ate prickly pears and [...] I got a sticker in my ton[gue and ...] the [engine?] block cracked and [...] she said not to play with the black kid and [...] We drove for [...] days [...] in dirty places where people gamble and eat listlessly at the [...] Enough. There is no putting this back together. There is no finding the parts. And that's ok. However it happened, I'm still here. And this day is dawning unbroken.