Friday, May 07, 2004

when i was ten, shapeshift was my tongue's favorite word, used to (nerdly) roar "i'm a shapeshifter!" through british bulldog playgrounds, imagining myself slip in between the finger joints of the juking kids who were "it." now, shapeshift goes without saying - constantly moving, emptying every last drop in this ribcage, now i'm running real late for a meeting and i have to go peace