i. the myth
For a long time, I was inside my body like a Russian doll, just being.
I was picked up, unwrapped, rewrapped and held to the light.
A trick of light, a Narcicissus’ pool, an isotope, a crystal, a fable
ii. the woman
Am I just something you see with your eyes?
Is it just me and me on the inside meeting the outside,
Attempting to chip away skin and bone?
A sculptor with far too attached to the shadows
