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Vancouver
Canada

Ghost Stories

i can no longer be married to your memory

Issha Marie Onoya

(i. flesh)
honey and spice poured forth
where my broken pieces lie:
liquid white
and gold

honey and spice poured forth
through these billion shards -
all mine:
all
ancient, old, and new

how can one whole break
into pieces so minuscule?

ground so fine

they are stardust:
beautifully irreparable

(ii. entropy)
amorphous to
the crystalline to
the imperceptible
and back:

shadows of old selves emerge with the new.

the constant is in the breaking.

(iii. salt)
we have always been two islands
set apart by huge bodies of water.

in my fervent want to get to yours,
i drowned in my attempt to swim.