I usually don’t carry such artworks, but here is a contexture that feels so canon and right, I couldn’t pass.
Actually it is assembled from three different parts, you may see the seams.
cat in technicolor
I’m holding onto the plank with an utter consciousness / trying to live off my ma’s life by trapping myself inside her and her daughter’s clothes / take the little of innocence you house in yourself and hide it / before they come to eat you / hide it at the ends of your abdominal cavities and kick them in their jaws until they bleed and leave / teach your sons and daughters that / recite Anne Carson and warsan shire while they are inside you / so that they come out knowing what verses of poetry kept you alive in a country that was not made for you / and call that war.
(‘my tongue still burns ma, what am I doing wrong?’)