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Dreaming Of Becoming Octopus

Dreaming Of Becoming Octopus

My shoulders quiver with weight    eight dangling tentacles 
integrate into my shoulder    muscles    I fear someone will notice
so I stuff the arms into my pocket    an octopus is growing into 
my body    I'm losing myself    suddenly my right hand becomes
a palette of colors    sensations travel like little pin pricks throughout 
my changing body    I’m unable to call for help    stopped like 
a wingless bird    a planet slipped from its axis tumbling through 
space    I flounder    how long can I live without water    thirty miles 
to the Detroit River    ocean thousands of miles away    if captured 
CAT scans    ultrasounds    they’ll take apart my tissue    muscles
my precious suckers    and my three aching hearts will be sliced 
bit by bit    nothing left of me    if I’m discovered before dying will 
I be forced into a tank on display    draw crowds the way an octopus 
in a Florida aquarium cowers under a rock    or worse    imprisoned 
in the Museum of Used to be Human    the exhibit part me    part it.