Collections, i read ;

i’m tired of the way love turns us into animals
i’m tired of roaring
i’m tired of you tearing my flesh with your teeth,
stalking me like prey in the shower. lunging and growling
i’m tired of pawing, and painting, and hunting, and wagging
of course at first it was thrilling.
the we have no words for this.
the we are just our bodies.
but look at my cortex.
look at my opposable thumbs.
i want out of this stew,
i want to use tools,
i want to develop agriculture and walk upright towards you through this fields of corn that we planted, on purpose, because we were hungry, and human, and knew exactly what we were doing.

— Ali Shapiro

 

 

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