Transformation
by Rhandee Garlitos
(After Michael Cacnio’s sculpture titled Man and Nature)
In the end, all I wanted was to bear fruit and meaning. So I swallowed a seed, imagining it to be the answer to my woes. Inside me, it persisted and bore a hole in my guts. Its flowers bloomed inside me. I no longer hoped for change or departure. I insisted on settling, trying to define the body that contained me. My fierceness diminished; I started to accept decay and moulting as my life’s terrible routine. Suddenly, I no longer understood how it was to be human.
