# #transformation

5 poems

## [use](https://chromato.graphics/use)

craving total transformation,  
identity a disposed wrapper.  
becoming a vessel for want,  
glass poured into, overfilled.

you haven’t been here lately.  
something in our combining  
always begins this reaction:  
photochemical excited state

learning how to spark again —  
days ago: gel, pumps, bulbs,  
rattling pill bottles and nerves,  
black gloves, gold foil, silicone.

it’s warmed up enough already.  
don’t ask or guess — just _know_.  
take a part you claim as yours,  
shape it to your pleasure. use.

time stutters; the gears grind  
forward under prying pressure.  
repairing hidden mechanisms,  
counting every beat yourself.

disappearing deconstruction:  
ripped apart by heat and light,  
shredded into a thousand tiny  
pieces of steel. shrapnel blast.

there is stillness in oblivion,  
peace made in the darkness.  
clenched fists, soaked linen.  
i swear. i won’t move. i can’t.

## [incision](https://chromato.graphics/incision)

half decade wishes:  
a leveling out.  
forbidden kisses  
the right choice, no doubt

central park consult  
king cole martini  
review old results  
discard bikinis

photograph the curves  
archives in high gloss  
the things i preserve,  
they’ll surely just toss

day before phone calls  
rage at the system  
its stops, starts, & stalls  
need to assist him

sleep, holding a heart  
cleanse every surface  
wrong name on the chart  
_of course you deserve this_

wave as the doors close  
_don’t use the “b” word_  
eat eggs as you doze  
the artwork looks blurred

a husband’s phone rings  
let me inside there  
treat you like a king  
hold cups as your care

bumpy ride that night  
late rooftop phone call  
two beams of bright light  
never forget fall

a week goes by fast  
managing your pain  
see yourself at last  
straight scars and no drain

i cry more than you do  
it hits me deeply  
this thing that you choose  
didn’t come cheaply

a body transformed  
like overnight oats  
years since your plans formed  
i’ll keep taking notes

## [readwrite](https://chromato.graphics/readwrite)

have you ever  
had a girl cause  
engineering  
just for it, though

weeks of design  
on a one-off  
built for the thing —  
to program it

on the airplane  
commit to it:  
make it perfect,  
then install it

when you get there,  
show it slowly  
touch a curved shape  
feel its edges

unarchive it  
press it with force  
watch it open,  
animated

every app must  
have its settings  
even if they  
never vary

have you ever  
caused a toy to  
glow from within  
white light blinking

when you read it  
you can see it:  
why it matters,  
what you’ll put there

have you ever  
caused a thing to  
strip itself bare  
kernel panic!

this will only  
take a second,  
last a lifetime  
deep within you

type it all out  
hold it down now  
your domain, name  
hit the button

have you ever  
felt an object  
as it’s written  
becoming yours

## [gender.app](https://chromato.graphics/genderapp)

pull out my phone  
tap on the app  
needs to update…  
they always do

new gradient  
same icon shape  
wide colorspace  
hard to adjust

why do we all  
want to shapeshift?  
to be seen through  
filters we make

on the G train  
dark grey sweatshirt  
black leather boots  
riding crosstown

slider tempts me—  
drag it slowly  
no one else stares  
they just don’t care

this is my stop:  
girl in red dress  
heels to match her  
lipstick and tits

costume changes  
inside closets  
infinite fits  
incoherence

it’s not just me,  
everyone plays  
gender’s this game’s  
in-app purchase

micro actions  
& transactions  
never enough  
to fill the space

if i’m always  
searching for it,  
the right setting,  
flipping through them

will i know when  
i have nailed it?  
new release notes:  
patches the bugs

what if i’m stuck  
inside a loop?  
keep it running  
there’s no kill switch

## [bioavailable](https://chromato.graphics/bioavailable)

there’s always a question  
when i come into contact  
with the substance of you.

how much of you can i absorb?  
when you enter my bloodstream,  
swim my veins where they lead.

the longer your half-life,  
the more i’ll feel you there,  
coursing through my core.

the closer your shape  
gets to nature, the better  
i can fully take you in.

drink you or swallow you  
or let you dissolve under  
my tongue every day as

you transform me with  
area under your curves.  
when is my next dose?
