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I Was Becoming Nothing
Becoming—
little girl, big girl
school-desk bound
ink pens clicking in my teeth;
among heart-shaped cyclamen leaves
becoming in sunlight
petal pink, leaf to root.
word by word,
I am becoming
not through escaping confusion
but abiding inside it
like confusion is my school-desk
of tattered papers
sometimes it’s all I know
ink pens click, snap,
break, and run dry
in the middle of
poems
my fingers trace old lines
and gouges and paint strains
I am by the window
and nobody’s at my door
I am ready for the girl I’m becoming
but not for the girl who became my memories—
to kill my yesterday self
to see myself in a moment’s forever
that is my dream
retrospective suicide
only the moment matters
believing myself
never split, never broken
like the unbroken birdsong
inside light-rimmed underwater trees
dripping with translucent, unreachable berries.
I am ready for the girl I’m becoming
my ink pen like a knife I wield
cutting, peeling, snipping, ripping
as I unravel
I am not tapestry
I am tangled threads and buttons
and needles
holding together, fragile, fearful
as the mature berry on the twig.
Becoming—
coming undone
all one and the same
all words are like
one.
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