one glimpse at a time... looking
around for rainbow colors and
finding only sunshine... gliding
through the sliding doors, we see
an earlier version of ourselves,
basking in the coffin of delight as
if it had just been brought to our
attention... we perceive and have
been perceived by others who slid
through before us only to find that
which they could not understand
lying prone on the floor from the
sexual assault committed years before;
the crime is not our crime but that
of centuries before when no one
knew our names but authorized
warrants for our arrest... we are
victims of their perceptions not of
our own and we walk effortlessly
through the fields of memories as
though we were floating through a
collective memory fields gathering
up those that had not yet been taken.
6 June 2022
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