I cannot seem to document
my own life – I rarely take
photographs or keep mementos,
write things down – memory
is perfidious. Yet things
come back to me
in flashes. Sometimes
I write them into fictions.
MICRO
MICRO
I cannot seem to document
my own life – I rarely take
photographs or keep mementos,
write things down – memory
is perfidious. Yet things
come back to me
in flashes. Sometimes
I write them into fictions.
MICRO
(ii, x, & xi)
MICRO
“my body remembers its first silence”
MICRO
safe in someone else’s belonging / an unfamiliar river mapped in spilt salt /