Prologue
just like any decent burial, this book is a lie
I drag symbols out of the earth
and scatter their petals
over a hole in the ground
she is not in that hole
she does not exist
but I do not know where else to put her
I do not know her
I only know what happened to her,
and I do not even know that
everything here is true,
nothing here is true
it’s just all I can tell you
I look for peace and I find none
hence, the petals