Day 1,487

I am the scriptio
inferior, I am
the underwriting
of myself. I cannot 

wash away the dialogues
I have had with amnesia,
cannot forget
my desire to be seen. 

With each alcoholic
palimpsest, I became
powder, irretrievable,
invisible 

to myself. With each
reprieve, I am making
a record of what my disease
did not erase.

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