i
am
green lipped chameleon
sweating liquid
light
bulb. black spinal fluid binds eyes in blindness.
lick my inner ear: hypnotize me societal normality,
hypnotize me societal bull-
s***.

the orbic flex of its mouth
is pouring and filling me full. is this what
validation
feels like? it feels like
i’ve forgotten how to breath                                                                                                                                                        
without the dripdrip of the
MACHINE. my brain
is oxidizing into
hair-line fractured concussions, hair-net concussions.

cast off my body,
look in the mirror:
this isn’t my skin. there’s something
fictional or
pixelated
about the bleeding yolk of body: you
dip your wet fingers into my
breast tissue, eat me,
but gag on the
bangbang of my

heart. vomit it back up.
it’s not yours, but my
skin tight mind’s throbbing.
skin tight mind’s succumbing. i’m

slurred into bruised coma:
blue tongue’s cracked down the middle,
vagina’s
cracked down the middle. 
insecurities bleed out with uterus.
cracks make me feel

broken. i am
faintly stenciled sand exhaling chloroform.
tongue-tied rattlesnake taught me how to bite.
carbon-copied tuna fish taught me what it is to be
beautiful: silent,
mechanical.

i live in the fat carcass
of my y-chromosomed siamese twin and all i want to do is

scream, but my lips are sewn
together. is this what it is to be
ingrained? to be
a woman? to be their
woman? i am

their woman:
i am
drenched in plastic light
and prismed perfume and i’ve forgotten how to
BREATH.

breath:
strip me
of pixelated delusion.
strip me of my chameleoned husk. strip me
of mediocrity. dilate my soul: i am

untamed. i am
CHAOTIC. i am
un-
trans-
late- able. 

i am a woman.