playthings
Published in the collection LadyBird Bug Boy (2018) Montreal: Vallum Society for Education in Arts and Letters. Edition of 115.
In one hundred years, our bodies will be costumes.
Changeable. Reversible.
Unzipping ourselves, we’ll surface like new islands.
Against the waves desires crest.
Each ascendant us becoming habitat for exotic
animals and religions of the last.
Each cell will resemble a mirror ball, falling
into possibility—meteors in ether.
My skin could be anything: a lattice for fox grapes
and grouse, that roost within your chest.
Your arms—a stream where enemies share a drink.
In a thousand years, our bodies will be playthings.
Dissolvable. Dispensable.
From foyers of space and time we’ll madly puppeteer—
smash our avatars together. Squish!
Intertwine in singularity. An orgiastic theatre.
And the body-ness of bodies will amuse us.
My skin will be, by then, pure figment: A mind rapping
softly on the door of physicality.
Your arms will form a universe unto themselves,
where suns are birthed and eaten.
Across the back of multitude, we’ll carve our silhouette.