when they google my name, I hope they find the nuance of knaves renewed.
when they look me up, I wonder if they’ll also excavate a piece of you.
signs of life where
they deemed it
when they pour over
maimed pages of the bravest souls to never live,
I hope they forgive themselves just
like we did,
little divisions more
a blanket than quilt.
when they stumble on our foundations,
I hope they rebuild,
for I was
picking up what had been
when they google my name, I hope it’s before
I’m a villain,
children are left
a void to fill.
when they come to
cover my clothes in silt, I’d hope no innocents
is a skill that comes with time.