Memories, Never Mine

 

Written by Ellie Onka

 

only memory

leads me back to my past,

fatherly stones burn my feet,

these oceans will be extinct.

 

I’m pissed at God, but tell me who has not been,

and because I dream, my skull surfs in torrents

in the fed echinacea leaves, and scimitar tree-limbs

the red gut of the Atlantic, and the frozen fingers

of rock; summer smites, sandspit

dissects her dead

feelings from her feet to her head.

 

Text © Ellie Onka

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