A Guide to Genderdeath

you must surrender yourself to the night sky.
lay on the cold desert sand, inhale the dry
air; let your tongue crack, harden, it serves
no purpose here. there are no words in english
for our bodies. body is not the right word
for body. we must make the language. you must
feel the edge of your flesh, how the skin wants
to peel, to follow the wind. release your flesh,
let a gust haunt your molt,  let it replace
your breath, watch as it’s carried and caught 
in the arms of a cactus. a body must know 
its beginning. a breeze does not know its end