Fuck Everyone But Us

We shed cells as we move, as we hold still, the soft breezes of colliding stars are abrasive over time, vibrating sand particles until our skins slough off — in bed sheets, in shoes, in the same old coffee shops and bars, on the shore or a mountain road. The molecules that make us are not alive but we are. We cast them off as proof of this.We shed everything from us, pushing it out from the inside where a new and nascent us is growing stronger, waiting to shed us, to defeat us.