Day 1: Introduction

forced into a cradle

the hatchling was little ol’ me

chewing on fleece and pop

believing that noodles wormed

and that angels were always there

i was a duly fortified trench

my entrails were scared men

feeding off fear and CinemaOne

my unripe eyes saw flesh immersing

itself with another

a compromising situation before the

clash of sexual energies

which i later knew

begotten every breathing thing