The Art of Becoming the Latest Me

We are a work in progress. Change is okay – it’s often good. Make the “Latest Me” more of who you core are.

In the gaze of the other

“Your perspective on life comes from the cage you were held captive in.”
― Shannon L. Alder


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Pure sound, entirely un-mattered,

voice and air I was, intoned grief
laughter inverted all-in deranged
9th dimensional twisted despair
shattered lines in flecked powder
bruised cilial cringe at the edges
ears only producing me, my being.

The howl I had become was vast
as wide as a woman’s crumbling
cry thro’ ancestry pierced endless
millennial fear of falling in losing out.

Coming undone, not always so sexy
by another’s fullness, sentient sea,
the wailingly frothy palpable spume
when the other subsumes, absorbs
light and time, screams in unfolding.

When I disintegrated, a pupil mirror,
you witnessed naked sound as sign
death knelled body downed into dust
no thud when the shrieks hit ground.

You hold me now, recombined anew,
not in tubes of echo or image’s flash
the grimace of dying…

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About Dee

I teach English at a local community college and am raising two children; I like to paint, write, pray, read, hike and travel.
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