memory wasn't something i could carry
In growing in a house brimming
with guilt, I have learned the power of throwing
things away, and now have almost nothing of the past.
I peel through an itemized attic of my mind,
white and black lips split-smile
in yearbook pages, sheened over in Sharpie-scratch,
disco-ball necklace gleaming and sixteen, once-lit candles
stuck with confetti. A year’s worth of my life,
kept in camcorder static, soft whispers of Japanese
characters dented in graph paper,
and notes shoved through locker slats,
folded into truth-spoken revolution.
I will find in photos I don’t have
the origins of me,
pull the wired music from my old Tooth Tunes,
reprogram it with reaffirmations --
I will say I love myself
even with my mouth closed.
“memory wasn’t something i could carry” was a poem written during the thirty days of National Poetry Month 2019, and was first posted on my Twitter page.