WORDS • IDEAS: NATHANIEL BEK Memoir of Clouds I have unmarried my longing marrow From this tethered choir of skin This autumn of molting Gallery of cicada wings Is it time to discard this earthly husk I have littered our conversations enough With parts of my body Given my all to this rustic moon This vengeance of shadowed beds Or all that I have put to rest Your nameNo longer hibernates in my cheeks & isn't this a death worth burying & isn't what we had A type of always A practiced waltz of funerals We made of the night Of our voices How I gave the strongest parts of me To you The first time I abandoned myself I was 10 16 21 27 Is age just a number OrA collection of goodbyes we keep celebrating
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