So I chose to be married.
look in the mirror/phantasm
scratch words into the dermal layer/fantasies
barefoot pliés leave dust on the naked floor/fantôme
I became a two headed creature, with many graceless feet. Strands of muscle chainéd into the
afterlife, retiring inside my vena cava. My dreams softened and I found a different way to be
female. This skin found new means to communicate.
internal burns cooled/apparition
words substitute disremembered tendons/shade
when I open my mouth/smoke
At night I resurrect myself in theatre seats, clenched feet shoulders flexed. This language yellows
as hieroglyphs beneath my eyelids. Limbs twitch with remembering. Asleep, our tissues trickle
down and our bones make one skeleton. This is the speech in which I am fluent. Some of my
nerves cease and others extend-
into sugared hallucinations
we do our own skinless dance