call me invisible sexless ancient quaint cute irrelevant throwback basic
overlook me a small too beautiful for this world’s naked eyes
a c o l o r l e s s blob orthotic fake feet beneath transparent caftan
I shape-shift simplicity my gift binary, I split / we split a battalion
of identical mothers/daughters/sisters/aunts
who live for the future working our way
up from this life’s one-celled existence
like seamstresses we mend/we mend/we mend faster than we rend
You once were us (theoretically immortal simpletons) one day we will be you
(complex and vulnerable mutations just off the evolutionary bus)
For now we wait in the damp wet consume
what’s there chew water sip on air like the smuggest Buddhist nuns we purge our excess to retain our girlish frames and yet en masse can mess
you up in your incubator-gut that second brain
or eat up your first one (mom-muddled) so please go ahead
don’t mind insignificant us