I am cute. A beautiful being made of stardust, gaseous clouds leaving my bottom when I eat beans. I am music, sound. Breath & signs & silent screams & lilysong. I am here. I feel… things… I sit on things and cook things. I am spirals and color, orange skin on a summer day. I am aching for something, a cutting knife, kneading dough. I am a laugh buried under unshed tears. I am a sexy dancer hidden behind a good girl.