questioning time xoxo

girl sees rainbows in motor oil. no one sees rainbows in the girl.

she is a dilation, a negation, of her anatomy. girl kisses the webbing

between her fingers, pretending to meet the lips of the faceless entity

of female. girl wields a two-pronged caduceus, walking the tightrope

of identity. she clips her nails too short and relishes in the striking brine

of it all. the metamorphosing heart of this girl reverberates, molten, in

her chest in the presence of men. the crease of her lips softens, folding

upward, dragging lip tint into her cheeks in the presence of women. girl

fluctuates. girl hydrates, sucking on paper straws like ambrosia, swooning

when she sees the girl working the drive-thru. girl doesn’t know if she is

jealous or smitten. she sketches a charcoal drawing of herself as atlas, holding

up the sky as iris takes her sweet time deciding whether to prism. girl is

weak against a slab of stone, but strong enough to keep going. a titan, yet

flattened nonetheless.