Like the Writing on your Hand
Do you think it’s plausible
Just wait a second, for a moment
That we take pieces of each other
Forever influenced, eternally merged?
If I swallow your poetry
Does it thirst and settle
And make rapture
In my voice, as if forever?
Do I carry a part of you
Your narrative, meme, genes?
I think my inner Korean voice
Can attest to it, scandalously odd?
While no one is watching
There’s no one to hear
The echo of me dying
To the new one I am now
After knowing of your existence
That thingess of absence
It goes and sucks like space
But space-time is permeable
To gorgeous quotations
And that is why
I have reincarnated a piece of you
With me forever
Do you think it’s plausible?
Take a guess, run away, write
It on your hand.
Wuji Seshat 
Love this!
I’m glad you did Michelle! 🙂
What a poetry to remember