Maybe there are two of you and you have yet to separate or you’re disoriented, morally opposed to gravity and gender neutral in a unitard and showing evidence of neither pin nor stitch nor seam and maybe someday you’ll be fully centrally symmetric, warm and sleeping peacefully – through bending, stretching, twisting, your geometry may be intrinsic, rain resistant, and may never change.
Intrinsic by Heikki Huotari
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