My Mother’s Memory (Found poem)

by Olivia Reynolds


I dreamed I was in my mother's memory, the emotions aroused, the light alone.
            over and over the substance in her text messages, in art, in appearance.
            Seeing aesthetically, as a painter might see, free demands - demands met.
I dreamed I was a darker dwindling, a gradual peeling away until she was left a live wire of light.
            alone and thinking
            whether an imitation really is an art and if the emotions aroused are “self-detachment”
I dreamed I was viewed in this light.
            with her talking - She thinks, yet she is another- irreligious but at the same time
            coming to the light disquiet - this occurs when I am diagnosed and within the fiction

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