Transubstantiation

TRANSUBSTANTIATION

Jack Mitchell

one time i was small and fat, plump as a finger, and i got around (let me tell you) by writhing. all movement was writhing. though, on occasion, i would wriggle. everything that could be eaten was eaten and i ate it. fruit snacks, granola bars, honey cheerios, big leaves, little leaves, a hundred thousand books. hungry, hungry little child.

one time i was so small, and so fat, and so plump, that i sealed my nakedness in a quilt. tucked myself in like a letter and licked myself shut in there. there was not even enough room to writhe, much less wriggle. so with not much else to do, i prayed.

one time i am so small, and so fat, and so plump, and so sprawled in the sunsand, that i am wriggling like an eel and walking like a man. i am putting my hair in your hands and feeling myself, full as a quilt.