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!