History Poem by David Michael Jackson


HISTORIES ARE NOT MY STORIES

You read me histories I say
histories that don’t exist for me.

I say

I am all there is

there are no histories but my

history

there is no story but my

story

and when I die

all

is gone

When I die there will be no more

sunday matinee’s smell of the theater

when I die the roses will not bloom

and you can tell each

other then

of your histories and how the

world went on without

me

but you will never

convince

me

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