No Archive

I arrived with a history in my mouth and did not offer it.

They fed me after the swim.

As you feed something that might bolt.

Salt on my skin.

Teeth still intact.

No one asked my former name.

No one reached for the wound.

Care without mercy.

Shelter without promise.

I learned how to stay still.

How to eat.

The past loosened its grip.

Not healed.

Just unscented.

Nothing here wants my story.

Nothing keeps a record.

I remain

because I am undocumented.