• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05


Sad me.
I am invisible.
Nothing left but this hand.
Also a memory of a lilac.
How nice.
A little ruffled bloom so-named
because of its color.
Also sex.
Not the action, just the word.
Man, I wish I remember what
that word means.
Other things I wish
include remembering my eye
color (was it lilac?).
Oh, and I wish I were
not so invisible.