[entries for meaning]

/ the past can’t do this anymore

/ the brainwashed narrator of my absence
he will not explain
fog
to snow

/ she will not sleep

with it
that says
word
for word
I am my mother’s
fear
of the male
body

~

[entries for transformation]

i.

is there blood in something born outside,

a history that works in one ear?

ii.

time touches nothing. is the *** of my bruise

/ a scar

~

[entries for children]

remember, it is dark and memory is god painting with the blood of those he would create