I used to be

alive, but now

I’m living.

I used to be of light,

now I am fire.

I used to be soft-spoken

now I am thunder.

I used to be honey,

now I am its color, gold.

p.s. I read a poem called “Memoir” at the New Museum last Thursday. That piece was my favorite part of all the exhibitions. Here’s to memoirs!


3 thoughts on “Memoir

      1. Thank you as well! That’s very exciting, I hope you have a great time in Madrid! Unfortunately I never got the chance to go, but I’ve heard it’s wonderful 🙂


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