I’m a cat if there’s a window.
In high school art class, my senior project was self-portraits. Just a bunch of me. Each image was coded. There were rainbow lizards. A focus on hands. I hear that’s typical. Eyeballs, too. I was a Christian then, so three of everything. That’s carried over into adulthood. I have three square tattoos on my left forearm. A brief interest in the third eye. Threesomes. A routine of breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Saying, “Well, well, well,” when I see someone I know at the store. And photographs of myself. I want to know what I look like. For a while there I didn’t know.
Doing whatever you think I’m doing.
I want this somewhere on my body.
I died, y’all.
Would if we could.