Re-Member

I gather up shards of me,

Sharp,

Indistinguishable,

Nevertheless, me,

And I put them in my pen,

That’s why it — she — doesn’t work.

I gather up shards of me,

And lay them in the sun:

A neon line in the great white,

A fiery gaze, full of sound,

A splitting laughter that sparkles in the light,

An unintentional port in the storm.

Iridescent ashes in a blue sky,

Purple haze, an Iliad,

A series of miseries and disastrous events,

Iná jó, ògiri ò sá.

I gather them up,

These shards,

They re-member me.