Torn moments before the monstrous birth, 
I had to not-see in order to be freed 
Insight through blindness 
A fondness for the deep—
The Stage, The Sea, and Me 

One morning in Greensboro I vowed to not-see myself anymore
Found a hiding place in the layers of clothes I wore
Body horrors and PB & J’s from Aggie Source
I grew bored staring at Ethiopian Orthodox sculptures 
and techno-organic posters 
Cyborg #10 is the culture
Eye of Gloucester 
Growing redder
Fetters of linen 
In goes the first incision 
skin 

A car encased in ice, 
I left my keys in the dorm and stormed outside
RAs had the tools, but I hadn’t stopped and tried to borrow 
Eyes blood red, Grandmother’s sorrel 
All I felt was the sorrow 
From cutting into my tired body 
Moor Mother crossfaded into Tchaikovsky’s Op. 64 
My little heart couldn’t bear that french horn 
I started to cry, ripping at the ice with bare hands 
I couldn’t see shit but the(e)n(d)!

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