Hello loved ones. Thanks for your patience with me this November. I hope my tardiness will be forgiven, especially since I will be offering you four sets of Advent poems starting very shortly. In the meantime, here’s a non-Advent poem for you.
mnemonic
I remember places
to which I bound myself,
hopes and homesickness,
seeking something
controllable in the face
of death and deprivation,
longing for the loneliness
to melt away into
friendly faces.
I remember fires
that only consumed
and fires that burned
cold, fires that would
not light, but only smoked
and sputtered and died.
I remember faces
I never let in, faces
I regret facing, fading
in mirror after mirror.
I remember folding
myself in half. I remember
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