ouroboros can have a little ouroboros, as a treat

moving keeps your life lean every time I zipped myself into two suitcases, I’d find something else unworthy of the space like shedding skin, a new molt every four months, fresh, fresh, fresh. moving keeps you hungry some exquisite trinket, given once only would make my heart leap, can I bring her home? but I was barely strong enough to hold onto my skin, feared the effort in shaping a womb only to…