what is mine?
my name–
a collection of sounds
born from someone
else’s mouth,
vocal manipulation–
how is it mine?
hands like clouds–
forms of vapor,
visible
and
intangible–
are they mine?
this flesh bag
of organs and bone–
born from someone
else’s cells,
its cells will
die, it will die,
and the i
that i think
i am–
the mind made
from memories–
will also die,
and the sound
that i think
i am
called by will
never be uttered–
is it mine?
By Bina Perino, ©2020
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