Excerpts and Etudes

 

And after the fire is extinguished 

body smoke

bones ash

I chant your name like a mantra 

An invocation 

See how you burnt me

Is this a life?

getting to know the stranger I've become

Are you sure?

You can either be a ghost,

wandering

Or be a God, watching

wishing you could.

It hurts where I'm from

what I'm made of

every memory a wound

price paid for recollection.