After Safia Elhillo Today I write down the last thing my mother and I both laughed at & I write down my partner’s birthday and all of his names & I write down how many days since the last attempt & I write down the title of every poem that has ever held me in its arms and told me I’ll make it & these days I feel so paper-thin, so parchment and puzzle & when I forget the good things I just look at myself in the mirror and read them again & again & again
