i dreamt of you. primordial you.

you were a scarab scorpion crab centipede, crawling and pinching only me. you were rooted to my scent and your legs lopped babies off from the feet. they began round and then grew as they popped off of you, lasted only a few. which is why they came quickly at me to attach to my arm so that they could live too. 

from effort to come and flowing again. the night is the day and back out again.

i am listening. sound feels like rain. like tiny lampryinsects who grip me tight and then drain.

it isn’t my blood that they seek. it’s the flow of my brain.

ancient ancestors.

eat me, arms first, begin.

excerpt written 7 June 2018
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