I want to scream so loud, dance until I implode
Smash my lava lamp into mirrored jewelry boxes
and play my perfect opposite
I have stopped trying to understand
the intricate folds of all these brains
I don't even know my own
I want to douse my feet in warm cloud
and sleep for seven years
Then wake up and regenerate
into something obviously spectacular
Leaving all this slippery skin behind
Forgetting I ever wore such a heavy organ
Those fingernails still lodged in my flesh
But that old fabric is not mine
I'll just watch those hungry hands
and laugh in my new silk outfit
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