sometimes I chew off my hand to be a fox without options white bone snagged in steel sometimes I’m the smashed teeth of a waning moon- bear the bile-cannula, its sick agony the perpetual cage or a panting shark in fin-less freefall dull ingot, ribboning blood unblinking sometimes I’m the deep embezzled blue a rhino stunned by the absent weight of a horn the sudden inimical gravity her frantic calf sometimes I cradle the veal- orphan am the crate the size of its life both of us so fucking lost
From: Vol.10 N.01 – Private: The Transformative Now
dear being
by
Cindy Botha