
I pour her
powdered
white matter
into a chilled
glass bowl,
dissolve it
with boiling
water, add
ice cubes
to thicken.
The savory
brain jelly
macerates
her dried
recollections,
her dormant
memory seeds,
until they burst
forth in desert
bloom, fleeting
ghost flowers
clinging to
gully walls.
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Maureen Kingston