What’s in a shadow? Can we
take it apart, unzip it and spill
its innards on the ground?
Do you think there’ll be bits of memory,
chunks of ourselves that we’ve tried to bury?
You say a shadow is just a space
that the light can’t get to.
That’s what I mean. If
we bury something, light can’t
get to it. You might be right. I
might be, too.