alien here, a tale of becoming in nine parts
"I.
I begin unknown and weightless
my skin is sound, my limbs water
Here, we are not born, we begin, we must become
becoming, my limbs like cilia, they move through space
becoming, my limbs like cilia, they move through time
I barely am, and I do not know how to become – I learn quickly that my limbs take the shape of time, not the other way around
I learn quickly that I must take shape too, what is my form?
Here, there is no one I can follow, I have begun, I must become by myself"
body home décor
"shelled and hard, skins of eel
metastasizing illness
who am I when it's all stripped
in naked, uneven, stillness"
pocket static friend
"talk to me
tell me the stories your four walls hold
as they chip
as they flip
like your skin
peel it off and let me talk to you
excavate every little thought that you find
like the grit behind the white walls of your home
of your cigarette box
decrepit and unsure
scratch your walls with those finger nails
and feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up
rip it out and talk to me"