Shapeshifter
I'm sleeping on a yoga mat, in a basement, wrapped up in a sleeping bag with a broken zipper. The bed's become a couch upstairs, bare mattress and box spring up against a wall. Another move, another shape, "transition", they'd say clinically, spiritually, like the sanitizer rags we use at work, but when I was little, I wanted to be a werewolf. Shapeshifter. The breaking of bone, splitting skin, the alien surfaces in a ripple. You have to be able to break open. Everything's a little death.…See More
