✨ Concoct
the history of you...
Concoct
Let the history of you go, let yourself
create new vocabulary, name your self
as one of the many ways one can be.
Winds that push marsh spears
mold you. Rains that become fine points
dissolve you. Snows melt, freeze, and crack you
new forms. Every hand that plugs into you,
every eye that meets yours,
every prick of loss that pains,
every finger that presses into your mind,
turns you over, makes you lose yourself enough
to narrate, rewrite, spring and spin
new letters toward the edges
of what sizzles, snaps, concocts a human.
—Gabrielle Myers
✨ This poem is in honor of our September theme: Turn and Turn Again
From Points in the Network, Finishing Line Press, ©2025. Used by permission of the poet. Photo by Robert V. Ruggiero, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.





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