Bleed Truth
a poem about violent remembering
There aren't words. What happened? I can't I can't can't remember but things leak out of me and my body seems to know what I can't I can't can't say I can't say it aloud again, it ruins me and why should it keep mattering something in me is out and I bleed from the inside and this blood I can't I can't can't carry in jars to the creek to mend and pour life back where life was bladen we will never know why. I can't I can't can't ask him but will I will I I will bleed out.