Everyday that you thoughtThat I had forgotten youI instead was WithdrawnWithin walls and work and motherhoodSending out what I needed also Being what I couldHidden through hooded viewas scornfull remains of some other day(s) werekept by another for rebirthing;a projectingDefining meAnd All of them tasting and twisting with repulsionThat taste that [finally!] ends in this/my melancholic but … Continue reading Not Forgotten