I like myself when I am boyish

and I like myself when I am girlish, and I like my
self when I am other, unknown to you or I—
like when I am a mushroom or a sigh, a wisp.
I like myself when I am a slip, slick and missed
wet in a cave, an oyster. A weed: I persist. 
I like myself when I am a fist, a dog, a howl
inconsolable and urgent and loud
I like myself when I am the knife; I can cut
the same. I like to say, just my name. It’s what I am. Myself
I like to be a question (don't ask it) I like
myself when I am big. When I am a bear I like
myself when I am running I like myself when I fume
when I am heaving lungs and sinew I like
myself when I am bloodied, pink. when I am
a wire: taut linewalker trembling long and tight
in the neck—I like myself when I stare, dyke
I like myself when I come, shiver and groan
insatiable animal I am I like myself and if I am twisted
up inside, a tangled mess of seethe and heat, well
I like that too, fuck you.

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