matchbook fertilizer
each memory I stir
mortar and pestle
its pollen grains
of embrace
yellowing them
corner-curling them
like old polaroids in
a shoebox of photographs
tangling my happy captures,
with the sad purity
of my tides'
gives me
the power of forgetting
anything I need to
in the rain
it's not muscular
the way I remember
some things or
sand certain things
against my paper
thin boundaries
it's a dexterity
of necessity
it's my fingers finding
the strikeboard
the press of sulphur
and glue
and waxed paper
printed with
this desire
for you
to burn me
through
to ash
again
EJR (c)
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