Body as Landscape

Untamed Hybrid

Untamed HybridDon’t wrap me up and tag me with a label.

Don’t identify me as a product, an end result, immoveable, finite.

Don’t frame my role within my mother’s grandmother’s constraints.

Don’t assume my body defines my spirit.

Let me be many things and some things I don’t know yet.

Let me evolve like landscape, fierce, adapting

Let me be temporary, fluid, in the moment

Let me blend, blur, and melt boundaries

Let me pledge my allegiance to Nature, while celebrating the possibilities cultural refuse presents.

I am compost in the making, wild, gritty, growing, decaying.