to live in this body.
the lines drawn that arent mine,
my body stripped of its own bodyness
lines on lines, reworked by scars,
allowing the stiches to fuse into my skin.
when i was first mapped,
shapeshifting into new uniforms.
it broke in public.
i ride inside it.
the way i find my body over and over.
lights on lights off,
lose it to find it.