i do not know you or where or how to begin all i know is that you hurt her and she hurt me she still hurts me i want to hate you but i am from you so i wait here at the edge of terror’s torment tending to wounds i do not yet understand …
for lulu: i wrote this poem when you were dying (my hair) tonight. part of me wanted to thank you but i chastised you instead. eyes closed, i retreated to that prickly place in my head: 5 years old 11 and a half 17 sometimes i wish we’d have had the chance back then to …