make me remember I exist in a body. / That despite all this hiding, I’m still an animal.
Was it your tiny hands / that failed you?
He pushes me into the middle of the lake, / picks up floating trash and throws it away / once we reach land. There are so many / things we can’t bring home; so much / we must leave behind.
so I stand outside the crematorium, let ash / fall into my hair like snowflakes, try and take a piece / of him, all the forgotten bodies, / home.