I AM METIS
I am Simple
After hearing I am Metis by Deb Vos
I am simple
I am not complicated
I am not educated
I haven’t read Joyce and Wolfe
I am not learned, but I am
I am like my mother
I am like the family I ran from but never escaped.
I am hiding. I am hiding.
I am hiding the truth.
I am hiding the truth about myself.
I am isolated. I am isolating. I am isolated by my shame – and more
I am aging.
I have a younger woman in this body. This body.
This body with the bad knee and the gray roots
The failing vision. The short term memory loss. The high cholesterol.
The depression. The depression.
The depression that I cured with pharmaceuticals
Proving that the cure can be worse than what ailed us.
I am cured. I am cured. I am cured.
I don’t cry. I don’t cry.
I don’t cry at sad movies, sad poems, sad songs.
I don’t cry at parades anymore and I always cried at parades.
My emotions are memories
The scent of musterole
The taste of molasses.
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