It was necessary to lend myself to the memory
of a body that could.
To separate from the broken figure,
the body that would not listen.
To not pretend.
To not waste the clock’s signal.
To set it straight.
To disown magical inclinations.
To attach to that which understands.
To disavow the indifferent.
To be quiet.
To stay quiet.
To quit the before.
- by Amy Allara