i write in the pages of your mind

lest the aches of the days

grow lengthy against the sinew

strung on the lyre of enamelled marrow.

i am amplification

because you felt me within the hollow

down in the vale of verse and appendages,

gangly and dearthing,

i become the infant in your arms when no longer

held i birthed. sprung from the head

like athena with her spear shaking

bacon grease from 25 years ago

solid in your refrigerator door.

for potatoes.

i remember. when you do not.

but perhaps i do not wish

to recall. with you now.

as i age, i also remember the pain.

you pretended was normal.

ⴲ.

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