I am a composite of disjointed fragments.
My arms are: my legs are: my hands are:
my face is: Me
Of course, my head is more me than my arms, legs, or hands.
Imagine two of me. Perfect replication.
Would I fuck me? Would I sexualize me?
I already do.
My arms, my legs, my hands. Those parts that are less me.
But my face?
That is too me. It is me.
This piece is part of an upcoming series on unity and deep ecology.