Loved
I know that I loved: I remember it clear. I still see the scars, the tissues congealed…
I know that I loved: I remember it clear. I still see the scars, the tissues congealed…
I hold it in: that lingering crawl of it on my tongue, down my esophagus not yet…
If I were to recall those burning pains, it shrinks from me who provided the heat, how…
If mirrors were liars, if neurons were cowards, I’d not be so quick to escape with the…
As some things are forgotten to make much more room for this swelling brain, cased and unnormalizably…
I’ll donate you this moment here, as I stand crying silently in a room full of commotion…