tangled limb morning
kisses the fringe of perfection
still—
i start fishing for a reflection
a light sprouts
then dangles
from my forehead
bioluminescence designed
not to see
but to be seen
not to answer
but to be answered
what am i
here
now
what am i
to you
god i crave
a pencil sketch
of your vision
a tag
a tether
a reference point
but wait
i fucking forgot my lines again—
i don’t need
a validated
perspective just to
be
i am
here
a woman
who loves you
no matter where
petals land
i am the thing
that glows unafraid
beneath skin and viscera
hair pulled back
then loosened
a self-propelled woman
floats home
unafraid
of the reply
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Art by Jennifer Wilder, “Waking”, metallic ink
