Repressed
Something there
Something more than cherubim
And flaming sword
Something locking out memory
My passage and right
To travel backward in space virtually
And in time
I remember the harsh hand
Some old machete, or knife
Or rudimentary tool of a carpenter
And my overwhelming fear of amputation
Only tears cooled the hotness of my heart
I remember, but never conferred for confirmation
Who else would know
I have so late the courage confront
The irregularities of my life
And too late now, since mother left awhile now too
I know nothing about where she is gone
Telling me life can just get up
And become inanimate again without reason
Does not explain to me how I got here
Or why a random inanimate chose to be me
O but I want to go back for more petty reasons
I just to remember from the beginning
So I can understand
Why it is so inevitable, the way we end
My love yawning like a flapping door.
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