cleansing

i'm clean. wasted time. at least i can see now.

We Tend To Call These Memories

Volume I

We sat on top of these gardens, who knew our daughters become the vines while our sons cast away in particles of a leaf.

Volume II

I wasn't born on January 20th of 1991. These lights lead to nest, quilts of cancer. Slavery, families, windows, behold our sculptures. June. Dear moments place a map on these graphs. August. Monumental terminations will indeed pull away our covers and drench our rivers.