she said,
i am a fossil, and you have unearthed me.
i am inside your hands, between your fingers,
bleeding my spirit into your palms.
i’ve told you enough about myself
for you to figure out the rest of me.

she said,
i’m afraid of being alone with you.
i can’t hide it. it’s naked.
i’m . . . naked.

she said,
you know me.
and now, i am forgettable.

i said,
what makes you pass
such a terrible judgment
upon yourself?

she said,
you say 'terrible.' yes!
there is nothing more formidable,
there is nothing more unforgettable,
than what is hidden, what is unknown.