I have become
I have collected
I have severed
I have rejected
keepsakes
goodbyes
by force
or
on my own terms
unwanted
I have died and accelerated disintegration
here and there
left my selves behind
everywhere
on my knees
forehead to the ground
remembrance
for the sake of rebirth
I have lived as myself
over and turned over
enveloped
developed
turned out
crumbled
spread out
cut and sewn together
one birth after another
I carry them all
in pieces
resistance
admission
come on over
but I have one name
my name
you only see the person you knew
think you knew
wanted to know
disfigured
I am not imagined
I never stood still
different directions held on to my body
and voices call me back
think they embody my home
graves in comfort zones
trying to pull me out of the present
return to the past that I burned by heart
reduce me to sheer unbearable functionality
step back into myself
I cannot wear my own dead skin
it lies folded and sacred
amongst its kind
within myself
out of your hands
get it out of your head
a memory is a memory for a reason
Croque-Melpomene 