Inventory #605: Translucent powder
REGARDING LITTLE HISTORIES
My past shines, unmarred in all the light I throw at it. Do I remember? Yes, we were in the river or we were blessed or we were dog paddling or we were forgiven or all of that, yes, actually, we were lifted. How could I forget. The year I spent in rooms that did not belong to me, the bottoms of my feet turned tough and black, I memorized floor plans in silence, I loved but not fully, I was brought to a body of water and refused to drink. How could I.