"How do we know what time it is, and what it feels like to be in “no time” time, body time... How come when we’re pushing hard, we think we’re getting further?"
You’ve forgotten the names of your homemade saintswho crowd in the dark behind your thin lids.In the veil you’ve drawn betweenHere and Not Here, they...
*With gratitude to all who contributed to this crowd-sourced list poem following my social media inquiry
I’m so sorry that happened to you.It makes sense...
