Friday, November 8, 2019

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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