erasing my own history
power in that -
a legacy that doesn't outlast
my memory
or
let go of the outcome
this unequal teeter
between
wealth and bad teeth
between who is
telling your story
I am not impressed by power.
My high school gives the wrong graduation date.
My gallery has the wrong year and
what place on earth I was born to.
I cannot erase their mistakes.
They can insist upon these.
But
they cannot erase my grandmother's knees
or the piece of swamp in my heart.
They cannot erase the muskrat, beaver kit, surprised stoat, motes of fresh water between
me and the present.
I could.
I could wipe it all away and stay here without it.
If I so chose.
