Even Where Love Has Run Thin The

Every Journey Into The Past Is Complicated By Delusions, False Memories, False Namings Of Real Events.

These Scars Bear Witness But Whether To Repair Or To Destruction I No Longer Know.

False History Gets Made All Day, Any Day, The Truth Of The New Is Never On The News False History Gets Written Every Day ... The Lesbian Archaeologist Watches Herself Sifting Her Own Life Out From The Shards She's Piecing, Asking The Clay All Questions But Her Own.

We Move But Our Words Stand Become Responsible For More Than We Intended And This Is Verbal Privilege

The Suppressed Lesbian I Had Been Carrying In Me Since Adolescence Began To Stretch Her Limbs.