Report from the Skinhouse

    I went looking for the body.

    The apple， tree， the river.

    Gliding¹ voice， curve of arm，pearly blue uterus.

    Muscled calf²， the neptune³ green eye，

    blood with the same taste as mine.

    Why do I write my report this way？

    An adopted child needs to find a face.

    What does a real mother's body look like？

    River， chalkline， bloody⁴ cave？

    I am replica⁵ of nothing.

    birthmother， conjurer， boneshaker， witch，

    let me smell your skin just once，

    I'll give you your bloody daughter.