Pisces New Moon - a poem and/or prayer
Updated: Jan 15
When I took the scar off my head was the first time
I truly saw myself, unwrapped
the muddy swaddling and bloodied language
from years gone by - a testament to knowing
a moment taken is gone
in an instant, yet imprinted
on the periphery of some kind of memory
or perhaps just a smear in the mirror
while i reflect on the un-remembered
yet not-quite-forgotten after all-this-time.
Landmark myself in your landscape
while i rock myself to sleep in this hot bed, cold city
oh heat, do you remember me?
is my skin in your salt
in the waves you call home
in the Pacific?
I pray you don’t curse me
or worse, disown me
but then didn’t I disavow you
all those years ago when I wore shame like a crown
thorns in the earth more than I could know then
The wind chimes your (hi)stories but sometimes
I can’t understand anymore
I don’t know the questions
Yet somehow in this little house a lonely curtain whispers
With every answer etched into her threads.
Unpick the stitches
and find out.