Find me. Find me like the definition of the biggest word you could think of in the glossary of an
outdated middle school science book. I am becoming my mother because that is what puberty does.
I’m growing into her ovaries like hand-me-down shoes. I think she’s a fucking psycho but she’s just a
funhouse mirror at the end of a long day. I’m contorting to reimagine pain as genius. But all hurt is
just hurt. Flip me open. Find me here, there, and everywhere.