HISTORIES ARE NOT MY STORIES
You read me histories I say
histories that don’t exist for me.
I say
I am all there is
there are no histories but my
history
there is no story but my
story
and when I die
all
is gone
When I die there will be no more
sunday matinee’s smell of the theater
when I die the roses will not bloom
and you can tell each
other then
of your histories and how the
world went on without
me
but you will never
convince
me
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