Mair's Poem From Bradford Exhibit

You.
Push through the boarded up, collected memories.
I.
Cover the remnants of remnants of brittle remains.
Dangle in out of reach places.
Flaking off in unexpected breaths.
You.
Crash into places no one goes anymore. Without the foot traffic, I am forgotten.
Fragments that disappear into days
The word, the letter. the picture. the recipe. the suggestion of soemthing shouting quietly.
I have hunkered down, down into the bedrock of a history, anchored to this restless place.
Water stains leave your residue-Do you hear me??
My head tilts to take you in.
I. Collect the bits and pieces scattered on the ground
And cover up what was left behind.