Erase my sneaky eyes and lurid lips. Cross out my bifurcated nose. Let my loose tresses cascade over my honest skin. My memories I left in a hospital bed, anaesthetized and in debt. As men wade through the reeking bog searching for bodies, my memories awaken…are quickly put under again.

A cacophony of stars burns in their vast, black blankey of existential dread. Skiers on the alpine slopes of my frosty mind are frequently eaten by snowmen. My home is a craggy, coastal, creaking thing. Feasting on the spectral color palette of righteous ghosts, my famished feelings decide to starve another time. I wash up on the shore twice a day, a tide of cornerless flesh and eerie suppositions of drowning. Daugnter of sea, sister of the lobsters around the world all boiling at once, friend of vicious bunnies. My name is erased by the storms that blister our hands and hearts.