the cult
I swim with jellyfish and love
how they’ve accepted me
as one of their own
with each passing day I
become less human
having shed my clothing
and learning to consume
that which disgusted me
only a new moon ago
they encourage me honestly
and applaud my earnest efforts
and since there are no mirrors
(here underwater)
I must take them at their word
I love that I’m slowly becoming
transparent
and for the first time in my life
I feel like I belong
march two thousand eighteen
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