I write on myself with a sewing needle. I write my own system with my shape.

Here is a shape for you to learn. It is familiar. But not too familiar. Here is a space where I sit for you to look. Your eyes move over the patterns on my skin, writing their own web across the surface. I am a portal to another place, a place in water. We all come from water, slithering into existence with the remnants of water in our lungs.

I want to return.