THE DEEP SPACE HOWLING

My body is beautiful in that way
things are when they’re trying                                  to eat you alive.            And.

I need to live in something that isn’t
a burning house of a human being.

I keep the universe’s
birth pangs
inside of me like a painful memory
inside of me like a hungry star

And what is hunger but the chance to survive something you didn’t know you could.
What is hunger but waiting for the chance to explode.

Inside my body is a dead space
A hunk of space metal and space rattling.
That tink as something comes loose
Falls
bouncing off the rest of my solar system insides

You can hear the deep space howling
between two stars
lovers that reach across the light years only to die before their light reaches
each other
I’m going to die before I reach you.                        And.
I wish you could hear me howling
I wish you could hear me howling

By Cait potter

Biography:

Cait Potter is a queer, mentally ill artist and writer.  The majority of their work gravitates around the messiness of mental illness and the workings of trauma.