it would be easier to kill something / less separate from myself / my body now a temple of scarred wood / ribs sharp like a windowless room / spine bowed from the pain of bringing another smaller room into the world / underneath a salt-colored sky / sun swinging like a metronome / these […]

He thinks I like it because I’m smiling. The expression slides oilily, slicker than water, something chemical & porous & unreal. It’s sliding off my face and I’m sliding off of my- self. My voice echoes a soundscape. Each movement shifts the latticework of my bones. Hollows me out, digs a tunnel straight up to […]