HELLO WORLD, I AM GOD

I greet you, World because I am
part of you. A teeny tiny part, like
Celestial Pearl Danio but also smaller
like a grain of sand.
But also God, I am
part of you. We all are,
chopped pieces thrown into
the soup of the Pacific ocean
spat out at the shore
of existence. The Gulf of Mexico.
I ask: Is that not wonderful?
Is that not magical?

My skin is made out of stars because I say so.
I am a Sagittarius sun, a centaur. Mythical.
My mother says I am not real and I believe her.
I am not who I was before. A kaleidoscope.
A chameleon. Yesterday I woke up
as a red rose, I acted like a slut for sunlight.
Today I am a girl, I offer myself in
a short skirt and a smile. Tomorrow,
maybe I will be an earthworm
and squirm in the dirt.

A smear of dark matter, I am a thing
of great importance. Papyrus,
preposterous. But I am
the missing verses of Homer, you will
find me buried in bed
a sacred place where I give myself
the little death and am reborn
within the lens of a camera where
you can see me opening my mouth,
pointing to the universe.

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Kalay Mugo, 24, Cape Town - South Africa ✯ IG: @dem0n_bby ✯ www.theprodigaldaughter1.substack.com

“Kalay Mugo is an aspiring writer currently living in Cape Town. She spends most of her days ruminating inside her bedroom, where she can be found working on her novel, reading, and watching the occasional arthouse film. More of her writing can be found on her Substack, The Prodigal Daughter.”