Made and Unmade

M.C. Rush

Made and unmade,
we make stories and call them memories
make memories and call them identity,
make identity and call it dream,
making, unmaking, remaking
everything we find, including ourselves.
One thing wants to associate with another.
One thing wants to differentiate itself from another.
Everything, we were nothing.
Now, nearly nothing, we are one thing
singing of everything.
Made and unmade,
we give things names and context
and pretend they are new, they are real.


Author’s Commentary: One of the themes I find myself returning to again and again is the overlap between what is discovered and what is created, what is deduced and what decided.  This poem, this made thing, rather directly addresses that.


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M. C. Rush currently resides in Mississippi, has most recently published poems in OtolithsRat's Ass Review, and streetcake magazine, and has a recent book, Late Utopia (Cyberwit.net, 2019), and chapbook, The Animal Commitments (Finishing Line Press, 2019).