I find myself in a zoo when I’m losing my reality
We are only animals
Stardust blocking the light from our organs
Beg for a shell made of iron
I was perched on a tortoise as my heart was breaking
The sound was hollow

I should’ve been a tree with an open floor plan
Come make a home inside of me
I was born to feed the hungry mouths
As I forget to drink water
Skin dry like bark
I just need to soak back in time a moment longer

Mourn my camel-back journey parch
Lift sand into your palm
Let it trickle down between splayed fingers
These are my thoughts
This is my real sound
All I ever had was the wind to tell me my shape

Angelica Urquizo (she/her) is a poet and collage artist who seeks magic in the mundane, often finding inspiration from the natural world, mythology, shadow work, and the overall human experience. She is interested in further exploring her creative expression among the crossroads of genre, technology, and fiber arts. She is earning her MFA in Creative Writing and Poetics at the University of Washington Bothell and has publications in Marrow Magazine, Genrepunk, and Suburban Witchcraft, among others.

Website: angelicaurquizo.com/website
Instagram: @acraftyname