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Have you ever wanted a new body?

Have you ever lifted a camera to catch

a single-sided fable of your muscle mass?

Have you ever woken drenched in your own sick,

felt like a sinking freighter, a thin blade, a hollow bone?

Do you ever wish your skin wide as a night

to run straight through, clawed as a red moon

teething in the sky? Ever held your hand in cool water

and craved that easy passage? that still wave

and shifting stasis? Have you ever leaned your cheek

against birch bark and dreamt yourself smooth paper

growing upward, out, a deck of cards flitting into place?

Have you considered how many wings could sprout

from your joints if they spoke your crude language?

Have you stood jaw-deep in the ocean

and considered your cells a reunion of metal stars

tumbling in a glass? When you close your eyes,

what do you see? Do you imagine you are a room,

a respite for laundry wrapped in sweet musk,

carpeted and smelling of garlic, burnt sugar?

Whose body will you wear this morning?

A cow’s lung? a shoreline braided

with kelp? a fever? a ringing at dawn?

a steam engine plummeting into the dark?