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piger mneme
he used to pull his words
from air i used to occupy
though “occupy” was a long-starved wish
this apathetic muse
had longed to return to the stars
and could not be fully freed
or restrain his words
gleaned from my servitude
he could always create
regardless of my presence
and i would walk the earth
siphoned against my will
gravity-bound yet unneeded
and he
he conjured words that weren’t his
and were never mine as if
derived from black matter
one day i scattered applewood
and dried peels
it burned so hot
and dried peels
it burned so hot
my naivety flew
whisked into the atmosphere
closer to blasting stars
and black holes
from those scattered ashes
across that scorched earth
i crafted a garden
healer, lover, mother
grown anew
2013/2020
