To write myself, I filled an inkwell
with remnants from my clothed wrist
and drew a needle into my vein;
I engraved memories in the shower,
tiles splattered with watered-
down cranberries. How simple
how fleeting. But breaking
the you out of me was a
formaldehyde release.
Reginald Rachuba (https://www.flickr.com/photos/rachubarama/)