"if my mouth tastes like blood,
let's blame transubstantiation.
if my skin doesn't fit right,
let's blame God's want for the process of creation.
if my heart wears itself thin at the thought of judgement - Death - finality,
let's blame my Protestant upbringing."

a collection of poems by greer c., written between december 2017and september 2020, about panic, growth, change, and coming to terms with what one can and can't be. about and exemplary of the passage of time.