un-realist ick support

4ft X 8ft collage

 I make to mark

To stand as witness to the births and deaths
witness of those who pass without monuments.

I grieve to give
giving value to what has gone

Forming a headstone of what was once whole

The whole of mother and child

The service of their titles dependent on the existence of the other

one

I make to know

I know I have mourned the loss of my childhood

A passage I killed with self imposed responsibility of care
carefulness needed for the illict and explict

It is through no letting go that our hands have scabbed over

The fear of in grown nails has been banished from your nightmares

as the in from one has become out grown in the other

These nerves ceased to make my knees shake as it moves free form on its own accord satisfyingly snapping the layer of ice

penetrating parts I never cared to know the name of

We grew together

I Made me be

you

An articulation of a need

to leave

to be free

to be rid of her

in order to see me

I did not speak of this decision

That I would be partnered to perch

in the corner of a tree that was named after a mind where a bug eyed man-child knew the weather ahead of time

For now I can see

looking through from where I now was and had wanted to be

to a scene where I cannot find the parts of two that made us three