Yes, you are now here. I can see you / because you are mine. My soaring / & my failures. You are no longer /
a stranger, uninvited & welcome
Self Portrait, With Decay by Rachel Eliza Griffiths
with blood pouring from her nose & mouth, / with her wedding dress, with bare feet, / with marquees announcing the end / of a woman, / with the man who could not tell the truth, / with sand dollars on a sill, with hip-stalk /
& lipstick, with house party & / repast, with a bank of snow, / with sorrow & cinnamon,
