The Melancholy of Mechagirl - Page 3

and I try to go out for tea and noodles

but they only taste like crystallized cobalt-4

and faithlessness.

I feel my suit

all around me. It wants. I want. Cold scrapcode

drifts like snow behind my eyes.

I can’t understand

why no one sees the dinosaur bones

of my exo-self

dwarfing the ramen-slingers

and their steamscalded cheeks.

Maybe I go dancing

Maybe I light incense.

Maybe I fuck, maybe I get fucked.

Nothing is as big inside me

as I am

when I am inside me.

When I am big

I can run so fast

out of my skin

my feet are mighty,

flamecushioned and undeniable.

I salute with my sadgirl/hardgirl/crunchgirl

purplebolt tungsten hands

the size of cars

and Saturn tips a ring.

It hurts to be big

but everyone sees me.

When I am little

when I am just a pretty thing

Tags: Catherynne M. Valente Fantasy
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