Alyson Tait

Oct 24, 2023 | pseudopod.org | Alyson Tait |Nick Petrou |Ai Jiang |Sam Rebelein

I will be who I will beby Nick PetrouI was a blister clinging to the throat of your shower drain. I didn’t know I was alive, let alone that, as I built myself from your beautiful waste, I would grow to love you. The first thing I remember was a taste: a sweetness tainted by bitter soap. My membrane shifted, allowing the sweet, the you, to pass, while the soapy water spat down the pipe into darkness. I disassembled a flake of your skin, reading you as you might read a book.