in poem it out, we are talking about excavating
and unearthing and digging
to find
ourselves
and using poetry
as a tool,
as a means,
using our history to bring forth words...

this is from 2010
but when i read it now
i am back in the exact moment
in an instant.

the morning after you
set the fire
i sat on the
blue couch
and begged
God
{or someone}
to help me...
what do i do now?
what have i done?
where do i go?
give me direction
[my breath felt like an implosion
within my chest] [like fire] [like ice]
you sat in the bedroom above me
and drew scars
on your
wrists.

where do we go from here.