I Am

thrifted black dickies jacket, black eyelet fabric, black fabric scraps and fabric scrap lettering from fabscrap on jacket, sobo glue, poem I wrote that is printed on cotton fabric and hand bundle dyed:

If you take a razor to my skin and shave off all my

hair and then use a blade to peel off my skin and

then use a shovel to gut my intensities and then use

a saw to cut out my bones, oh and before all that if

you use one of those saliva suctions at the dentist’s

office to draw out all my blood, you’ll find me,

probably…right?

Because I am not my flesh and bones

I am more than the outsides to my insides

I am the deepest insides of the insides of a human

being

I am the frothy double chocolate milkshake with

extra chocolate that tingles your taste buds and

leaves a milky brown mustache on your cupid’s bow

I am the spiky emerald on the ground below, with

little critters tickling your toes and giving you

fantasy checks

I am the second toy you surprisingly find in a cereal

box even though you were only supposed to get one

I am

I am the expired manic panic jar that still dyes your

uber bleached strands using childlike finger

painting techniques because who needs a brush

right

I am the song that plays on a radio between two

channels, which is pretty much just static but is

still a bop

I am the multiple consecutive one line messages

and the hundred word paragraph texts on iMessage

I am the huff and puff and blow the entire dandelion

down, not just the itty bitty pappus that float

amongst the altostratus

I am the 4am “Happy New Day!” notifications along

with “Did you eat today and drink plenty of water?”

I am the blinding flash of a fujifilm instax mini

capturing this moment of the Anthropocene to be

embedded forever

I am the crane machine at the arcade that picks up

a stuffed animal every single time someone plays,

without a doubt

I am the last droplet of ink in the pen which has

practically lasted a lifetime but first allows you to

finish your postcard to your dearest and nearest

I am the mini forest that grows between the cracks

of concrete, where people thought it was pretty

much impossible

I am the last one percent left on your phone to be

able to send your people the orange heart emoji on

instagram

So if you could, would you take a razor to my skin

and shave off all my hair and then use a blade to

peel off all my skin and then use a shovel to gut my

intestines and then use a saw to cut out my bones,

oh and before all that would you use one of those

saliva suctions at the dentist’s office to draw out all

my blood to find me, probably..right?

Because I am not my flesh and bones

I am more than the outsides to my insides

I am the deepest insides of the insides of a human

being

I am