My siblings died the day I left for dry land and only one small bone recalls that anniversary in me.

I lost a few goddesses while moving south to north and also some gods while moving east to west.

Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me how little now remains, one first person sing., temporarily declined in human form, just now mak…

I believe in the refusal to take part. I believe in the ruined career. I believe in the wasted years of work. I believe in the secret taken to the grave.