if i tell you

for months now, i have been aware
that it is past time to gather every page of myself–
of my memory
my notebooks
every sheet of my bed
every leaf of the tree
which with our roots we became
(you remember that song?)

to drop at my feet,
and set them all afire.

in anticipation of this epiphany
i burned every match in my possession.

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