the words dance gaily
away from me
finding their ways
to the mouths of
younger women
forming and reforming
combinations
for which I don't know
the meanings
inflating with pride
inventing new definitions
- sweeping roots across the floor -
weaving me back into being
emptying my closet
dis-collecting personae
naming them as I
let them go
now I am
nothing
as I was
always
meant to be
- scent of myrrh -
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