Ashes
“I remember the seamless waves
crashing over and over
my front lawn into
my front door all
over my front room.”
“I remember the feeling of all
the moths’ little delicate wings
breaking as they crashed into
my then larger ever larger
body I’ve shrunk.”
“I remember how the air felt
pressing down upon me as
I lay on top of a hand with
another hand on top of that
hand like a clap but I’m
the clap and it’s of air.”
“I remember the pinprick of
the trees falling left and
right all over around me
all because of me but
not me specifically
more my gravitational pull
not like planets but like
other celestial bodies.”
I remember finding the books
with this scribbled furiously
in the margins and the
other parts of the page left
blank to stare at me
and haunt my dreams.
I dream of white space
because it was me not you
or it was you not me
or there is no difference.
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