The Transformation - Puce Mary

When you look at me like that

When your guilt rushes up at me

And your guilt rushes over mine

I feel like I’m on fire

And I take a glass, transparent

You give me a slow look up and down

Stare at my stomach

Stare at my belly button

You look satisfied when our eyes meet

I feel on fire, I liquefy

You stare searching for the vices deep down inside of me

Like a scientist looking for a mysterious phenomena

You start speaking tongues

You’re so unnatural, unhandled, gentle

When I’m conflicted by the worst, I look up to you

I liquefy and fall on the floor

Sinking, laughing, longing horror

You fall on your knees, bending your limb, growing

I freeze and I liquefy

Amongst your leg, pleased I’m going to stand

Your law is in my vellum, an abstraction

And when that god molecule screams, unconstrained

You’re lost in your apocalypse, you transform

Now you have me to shape our sorrows

He pulls his hand out of his pocket

But that is not a hand

And that is not a pocket

I pull a hair out of my mouth

But that is not a hair

And that is not my mouth