Hatchings

The sun baked an epidermis slowly
like a laugh at ripening fruit.

From slurry to a condensation
of mud flats. It is stifling.

Playback prelapsarian memories
before, you were swimming free.

Now, constriction normalizes
you a brain of sorts. Seek

a cohort. Someone who sees
your normal form. Identifies

your abnormal form. Accepts
your rejection of normalcy.

Synchronicity says this friend
is a friend of the creator-
waster, revenge is perfection
when twisted to shit betrayal.