The Bread We Eat in Dreams

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

and they think I am bandaged

to fit the damagedgirl fashionpop manifesto

instead of to hide my nickelplate entrance nodes

well

I can’t get out of that suit either

but it doesn’t know how to vibrate

a building under her audioglass palm