For a month I tried to think of what to say.
How many times you’ve swept a kitchen knife
across your neckline and said, This is how
you end a marriage. How many more wicks you light
for God. I could tell by your eyes you’ve never
By the time I was six months old, she knew something
was wrong with me. I got looks on my face
she had not seen on any child
in the family, or the extended family,
Tina Schumann – Repository
Is this what the body becomes? A sentient catalog
of record and recall: story, event, dream and memory.
An embedded checklist of minutiae that permeates