✨ 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.