I, memory,
I, a membrane and ghost
meronym to memory
and free—
I am the thorn
of flowers in your mouth,
and the foot of the leaf
between the limbs of
a small tree halved
like quarters,
and still dying,
I, memory,
I, a membrane and ghost
meronym to memory
and free—
Ancestress of loss
of the root and tree
that tried to die.
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I wrote this for the dverse prompt: “We are writing to the First Person Narrative, using “I am” as part of our poem. The voice, and the specific point of view is you, the poet.”
