Fishing on Father’s Day

A reconciliation
Of distance and never being able
To remember,
A reflection is a montage of loss
Like a time lapse of all the faces
I will wear,
None of them will connect
Days to form years
And certainly not offer
An explanation for why
Clothes now provide
More than just warmth in the winter,
Timeline broken apart
Struggling to assemble the fossil record
Of my former self
How can someone be
The sum of their parts
When the pieces are intangible
Objects that breathe more life
On their own
Than when collected?
Escaping recognition
Facing the mirror again,
Sometimes I see mountains
In the background,
Other times it’s a vivid forest
Full of beautiful unity
Never seeing a body
Rather,
All the places
My everything
Might be

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Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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