• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 08


...and thus I bear my wrists, their scales
my monkey's face and my soul to all.

Look hard look fast for the tiniest crack
in my sea green skin my shrivelled cunt

and see how my breasts have become
two empty defunct leather bags. I am

neither fish nor fowl my frozen scream
once seen is a mantra you'll never unhear.

Bear witness to my stickleback, my tail, my grin
its teeth my unseeing eyes the holy grail

that is my skull the me that is no more
than a primal invitro image of you and yours.