CUT OPEN A PAPAYA
Cut, open a papaya.
The seeds are you in my brain
Each is you and every neuron.
The black seeds are black board
Your name is written
Class room door left open
In every emergence of your evocation
Comes cool breeze
The letters freeze
I overwrite again and again —
Dwindling as a chalk pen
The cool breeze moisten
The letters,
Causing me trouble:
It became unrubbable
My tears not enough
To make the duster wet
It’s a threat! It’s a threat!
My system alarms:
Malware found!
It’s too late. So strong is bond.
It says
“Disk format
Or keep it corrupt”
It’s like
“You want your memory
Or amnesia?” Misery!
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The fruit papaya in the title symbolically refers here the brain and the seeds in it, the memories or thoughts or muse so on.
on one hand, the emergence of effusive entry of words wants to be engraved that The author seems helpless of ceasing it at the same time steering it under control.
And I am reminded of the poem Reason for Music by Archibald MacLeish
“Why lie upon our beds at night
Holding a mouthful of words, exhausted
Most by the absence of adversary?”
On the other hand, the author is on the process of deleting the memories of the love of his life but frustrated by the bitter truth that even if by course of time he did, the memories would always stay in recycle bin or somewhere deeply rooted. The author is helpless and out of control pathetically.
Once again a crispy craft from the craftsmanđź‘Ťđź‘Ť
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