the way
i do not recognize
my body
in the mirror
is not one of
dissociation
but of overwhelming
ownership
through every jab
pinch
scratch
punch
i have inflicted upon myself
i have never questioned
that my body
is mine
every weapon i use
to slice
gnaw
heave
shove
against it
it remains the same
it remains
soft
in retaliation of my harshness
it is more evolved than me
perhaps i can evolve
into something
soft
too
-
e.h. lemon
