I'm tired of shouldering a human body.
I've ridden it past the halfway point.
A polite commuter, I sit on the subway
quietly, doing sudoku, so I think the gods should listen.
Next time? A sick hybrid. Manga punk angel
should do nicely. Swan me. Minotaur me. Angel me.
Androgyny, of course. I'll flee both boys and girls.
Superpowers? Sleep and Ambivalence. The manga norm.
Fill my head with corrosive, ambient early 90s music
So that Being Born or Dying will always be
a note perfectly placed. Free me from that collar
of Heaven or Hell. Make my feathers, my coat pretty.
And may all my fucking with mortals be anime or manga.
This will take place in midair, parting upon orgasm,
a falling aerial shot. As a young Japanese girl
sings the queerness of human love.
Magnified human tears my mortal lover sheds
will illuminate what I used to be.
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