My mother told me she doesn’t want me to feel swallowed and I didn’t know how to tell her I’m already intestine-bound. I didn’t know how to tell my sister I am a spiral the universe created to keep us calm in the wintertime and survival is doing what hurts most some afternoons. I told my lover that energy finds energy, and when we die we ride the dragon dog until we find home. Most nights I put words to paper on bus lines I sleep through so I stay warm. Creation is destruction is life, and I am the god I longed for in a storybook storm.