To Recall To Recompose Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a time for recalling
what good times are stored in the heap of those emotions hidden
in your chests like some petals of dried flowers
in your perfume box

there is a time to recompose what used to be an old you
molting like a snake and coming up with a new shining
skin and good confident hissing

and there is also a time for throwing
and junking and spitting
and vomitting what destroys us

then in your heart there will be no names anymore
except the whispers of your desires
to dusk