sleepran

frantically tear skin onion layer after layer like there’s something inside a gift maybe? consummation. there’s my small intestine, there’s the appendix, there’s the uterine cysts I couldn’t bother to remove - pineal gland. dusty fingernails; shell of the inner ear, a stomach; always upset; a brain; not so different from the stomach. a coin from the Philippines. a memory of the memory of the flowers i ate (in eighth grade hoping they were poisonous, no such luck) nothing there, some yellow fatty matter; fear in large quantities larger than I thought a body could contain -