Percepticon

Small urgent acts of self improvement

Sometimes change my ecosystem 

And must be waited out and tended only

Half consciously because if I focus too

Closely I am a magnifying glass in the sun 

Friction on what should be left padded

Bones and my skeleton 

I am one girl in the meetings

Capable and talking to the ceiling 

And I am one girl on the train

I metamorphosize in the shape of 

A figure 8 ouroboros while I spin

From classroom to station to home 

And back again and it is a real strain

When someone from one part of my

Metaverse visits another 

I choke on my snake tail 

My stomach holds so much more

Than I would’ve assumed and some days

I need the fuel like no void has ever gaped

Vibrating with emptiness and crushing

Little bubbles of oat milk oil on the surface

Of my tea