For Johanna Marie Rose

I don’t feel like being

not remembered
she said and sighed
the past lies dead
and expertly dismembered
the lies are the realm
of the effortlessly bleeding
my eyes see the new
and are no longer pleading
I don’t feel like being
not remembered
music comes dressed
in my new mirror
where I choose
what I wear
and what notes are the bearer
of me in the now
a surprising ascender
I don’t feel like being

not remembered