“The heart is the toughest part of the body.
Tenderness is in the hands.”
-Carolyn Forché Because One is Always Forgotten
What I wanted was to fade away in the sunshine,
listening to connections
woven under a sky the color of sodalite.
Earlier this week I read your words to reinforce why I disappeared,
an aversion therapy designed to manipulate positive resolutions.
I should have said: this is about you, not me.
I’ve taken reckless exposures to create discovery
to then be mapped out during early morning rituals of writing,
forming thousands of ways to interpret false impressions.
This confession is extraordinary precisely because it is true.
Between the conscientious details and intentional references
I remain transfixed in translation.