The jagged, glittering edges of my anthropomorphic mind betray my feral, untouchable nature. Fire is my frenemy. On Wednesdays, I swim along the river, redefining the definitions of my name in the magical moonlight. My mind sometimes trails behind me, gathering ghosts and children’s balloons as I go through the luscious cities of flesh. Flesh exuberant. Flesh demeaned. On days ending in why, I dig through trash cans and wash my hands on the blood of mosquitoes. My mind is an amethyst cave, painful and expensive to sit in.
Miniature Moon 