sometimes i can feel it

the future

clawing out at me

an echo of a fetus

a child not yet wanted

left unwanted

maybe

i have no words for this infant

they have no words for me

only laughter

and shrieking

and desperate

desperate

desperate hungry need

reaching out

grabbing

clawing

at me

soft and weak

vulnerable

exposed

and

/who am i/

to give

to hold

/who am i/

to know

to answer

/who am i/

to this soft child that is the future

i'm a cadaver

shot up with wax

painted and plugged

a specter glowing under a ring light

acrylic gently cradling the latest iphone

yes four cameras now

limited rose gold edition

it matches my extensions

ethically cut from virgins in Sri Lanka

chin tilted down

beatific russian lips and fox eyes

i hover

suspended like in water but the water is our mind

an endless loop

of animation and

reanimation

i can't have a child

i don't have the space inside

i don't want my skin to stretch

i'm my own doll

why would i want a child

i don't need to be filled

fulfilled

i have filler

tell me

is it more cruel

to gut a fish just for one bite

or

to keep a fish prisoner

just so i have something to bite when i'm hungry

one is waste and one is torture

would i rather be twice bitten or twice blessed

i don't have room for a child

i don't have the space

or the time

time and space is mine

it's for me

can you imagine

sharing

with something you've never met

what if they're bad?

what if it's a bad baby

what if it's hitler baby hitler a hitler baby

do you become complicit if you share with hitler?

wouldn't that make you a nazi sympathizer

better to be safe

let the baby wither

desiccate

yes

better to be safe

twiice blessed nevver bitten

and can you imagine having a child now

they're so expensive

i wouldn't want to compromise

my quality of life

time and space

i know my priorities

god i can't wait to go to a concert again

live music and bodies

far superior to

dead music and babies

fuck the future

what has the future ever done for me

it's a lie

a mirage

the future is hell

we all know it

you sense it

immolate the future and

harvest the ashes

pressurized and pressed

into cosmetics

all white everything

wear the bones of your fallen enemies

the children of the future

with their skinny hands out

and their hungry mouths open

will make a great statement piece

a really powerful image

for my purse