i am fishnets and a wild thing running through the woods.
i am hard bite and the need to be held by water.
i am loud, and she who wants heavy blankets, and the one who will never resolve where she came from.
i am clarity of consent and the bare branches strong enough to swing from.
i am fingers inside the mouth and the one who can’t remember to shower and the woman whose heart valve grew a garden.
i am shiver and shudder and an ancient cave, handfuls of orchids and inside me lives hot springs.
i am my own.

my name is the kiss on the soft underside of the knee.
my name is angry, and inevitable orphan, and pilgrim.
my name is please, please, please.
my name is heat.
my name is the light that loved the dark.
my name is i believe.