" You have survived so much
that no one remembers.
And you still spread warm
rain on all your overgrown
lots. And you still get dressed
in the morning. You still
open wide for the sun.”
‘When the Ghosts Come Ashore: Things I should Say to Myself in the Mirror or Things I Would Say to the City of St. Louis if it Could Hear Me,’ Jacqui Germain "

― , When the Ghosts Come Ashore