Elizabeth Hackenberg

SQUIRM!

a dreamlet (about carpet pores, written half awake): the place felt like pop candy art digestion. like it was transforming us— the floor was moving like a tongue and there were these giant pregnancy pillows attempting to take us and eat us. she was letting the room take her where it pleased. she was almost having sex with it— like we were in this private culture that wanted us to act out our deeply natural impulses because the room itself was doing that. i was tired of feeling stiff and frozen l. it was all encompassing. it started to consume me and eventually i allowed myself to be eaten by the room, i cut my hair & watched it in the mirror — i woke with an urgent desire to urinate