- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
Image by Samuel Zeller
I AM LIQUID INSIDE
When I woke up this a.m., my blood was mercury racing through canals, mapping my length, cortex to foot, hair and nails, autumn of my body, tangled mass of iridescence
Your touch is brushstroke, quick, furious abstract—
Frozen twinkle you said my eyes were, lunar blemishes, now my eyeball is a soggy sponge, drawing water from receding icebergs
I have been looking for a way out of the well
Exhibit 5a is ready for display breasts carved into flatlands, face masked alabaster, visitors scan my bald canvas for anecdotes
Not constellations or your fingers, what must I dream of now?