Anomia
interactions with endless limits
of what this body chooses to remember
the definition of limerence
twitches in my left hemisphere
only to become sedimentary
a fossil I cannot interpret
digging itself underground
and I, amateur archaeologist I am,
fumble the excavation
break the relic in two.
I open my mouth and I, too, solidify,
I weep and my tongue becomes a mountain
I speak and it erupts
only in words
I’ll regurgitate later
I admit I had to google the meaning of the title but barring that I loved 🥰 the poem. Especially the use of the analogy of being an archaeologist. Super brilliant.
This is such a creative way to tell the story – fantastic write!