i write mostly to confuse, though this is a lie.
after drawling out a poem, i can't seem to get away from it.
i step away, just once, and it pulls me back
in it's steps. where are we going? who are we with?
i find myself emerging and re-emerging
from someone that looks like me, i can see
how dangerous this embodiment is, a body twisting
in concentric little circles.
a cat curls itself around my belly, urgent.
a familiar bed turns into several little islands, spreading
me thin and i dare not resurface. you command me to
write from underwater,
sob openly. hold me and disregard the shell.