“How not to think of loss, how it takes hold and grows: like lacuna snails, slow and deliberate, on a reed? Why is everything I see the past I've tried to forget?” PastPoetryGrowthLossGriefPoemForgettingSlowness Book:Monument: Poems New and Selected Source: Monument: Poems New and Selected
“How can I see anything but this: how trauma lives in the sea of my body, awash in the waters of forgetting.” PoetryPoemTraumaForgetting Book:Monument: Poems New and Selected Source: Monument: Poems New and Selected
