inas i yemma
half-chicken half-woman clucks at me leads me to a sacred place but refuses to step on this the only Holy site we are shown where are you from? what is your Name? she whispers under the louder voice of who can only presumably be the Divine in this moment I scamper in the direct of the Figure With Three Lines Shooting Out From Her Head plastered to the floor sometimes round or sharp in the direction of Holy Oak and Levantine Cement when the chicken takes full form and shits in the chapel while I continuously run run away from the strong feeling in my body that there is no other Human no Skin just a name eater and a dark sky red spotted lanternfly underneath my shoes