November 20th, 2006

09:27 pm
Public entry.

The mother who is left there with her blood
and her torn fullness
and her end and beginning, and the disorder
that troubles the pulse, the floor, the blankets,
until everything gathers and adds
one more knot to the thread of life:
nothing, there is nothing left in your memory
of the fierce sea that lifted a wave
and knocked down a dark apple from the tree.

The only thing you remember is your life.

—Pablo Neruda



Today is the Transgender Day of Remembrance.

Remember our dead—not only for the tragedies of their deaths, but for their lives. Lives are what you can't forget. Lives are what keep it going.