“I am still here, even when my body expects me to disappear.”
I did not
mean to exist
so loudly.
You did
Say I made it up,
the way the floor creaked,
The glass shattered,
The night bent sideways.
Title: Fractured Evidence

Photo Credit: Amy Tucker, 2026
Note. Sea glass gathered from low tide: fragments shaped by impact, time, and dispute.
Who knows
what happened
when the truth
Became optional?
I remembered.
You rewrote.
The story shifted,
word by word,
until even silence
sounded suspicious.
Who knows
which silence
screamed first?
Title: The Shadow Wears My Shoes (I am still here)

Photo Credit: Amy Tucker, 2026
Notation: I included this image to remind myself that I am still here, even when my nervous system expects otherwise.
Translation Note: Where Spanish appears in this collection, it was assisted by Google Translate (translate.google.com). The Spanish is woven in as an act of reclamation, a return to a language of the body and the self that exists beyond institutional English.