collection I
the things I can only say in ink
“Las horas que le diste a alguien que ya no está no se fueron contigo a la nada.”— El tiempo no se pierde: se reparte.
Do not speak to me of forgetting
Do not speak to me of forgetting. I have been made permanently uninhabitable by you. Every room I enter for the rest of my life will be a room you are not in, and I will notice, and I will go on noticing after the noticing has stopped hurting, and after that, and after that.