This is not what I expected.Red was my colour, or white,white as a virgin’s skin. Robeshung from me as delicateas the smooth charcoal tissuethat floats from the fire. Each year I am reincarnate.Children press their fingersto my frame, glue and paperswaddling these new bonesof wood and chicken wire.In six months I am fleshed. My faceRead more ⟶