Museum I am custodian of this exhibition of erasures, curator of loss. I watch over pages of scribbles, deletions, obliterations, in a museum that preserves not what is left, but what is lost. Where arteries are unblocked, I keep the missing clots. I collect all the lasered tattoos that let skin start again. In this exhibition of erasures, I am curator of loss. See the … Continue reading Two poems by Doireann Ní Ghríofa