Pure

When I was born my thoughts were pure because I had none. Fresh flesh with reflexes. Dependent. I learned the milky scent of my mother and the smokiness of my father.

When I was a child my thoughts were impure because I was curious. I was punished for discovery. Of dirt, of the human body.

When I was a teenager my thoughts were impure because I was adventurous. Temptress with a boy, devil with my mother.

When I was a young adult my thoughts were impure because I was free. sex and love came unnaturally natural.  I drown my moods in poison.

When I was an adult my thoughts were impure because I loved.  Nuclear family achieved. I fell in love with another, and gave in to desire.

When I was old my thoughts were impure because I was wise. I was a babe, child, teenager, young adult, adult and elder. I knew purity was abstract.

When I died my thoughts were pure because I had none. Rotting flesh’s last rigor. I join my father’s smoke as my ash became air.

 

-LRose

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