Accident
every time i think a new thought. i can’t help but wonder. if another. is creeping out the back door. i’m told i was a lovely child. but i think it was a lie. where’s the evidence. i sure don’t remember it. there is a girl i once adored i found a poem about her. under my bed. when i cleaned the space of flaws down there. her name was sarah. i guess it was always sarah. i don’t remember. one damn thing about her.