if i ever see you again i will

make you twirl for me

as i whoop and slow clap and reign

you will see the teeth i grew

i was so hungry, feeding myself from the drought of you

drying up from the outer edges like the inland lakes of home

i went to wring myself out

lapped from the bowl

had i ever been full?

i let my arm go numb and bit it

stood naked against the window glass to make a full body smudge ghost

stood on my hands//inverted// took up more space so i could lick the plate clean

i smoothed back the pages of me i’d dog eared the corners of and forgotten

slowly pulled the thread that stitched my guts too tight to spill

tasted the dust i’d been fed

tasted til it stung//stretched myself out//became insatiable

Would You Like To Save The Changes?

Would You Like To Save The Changes?

Would You Like To Save The Changes?

i used to be afraid to be ugly

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