Life Begetting Death Begetting Life Begetting Sex by Leonie Appiah

        I dream a lot about getting lost, sinking into people, spaces, booze, the night. My body walks through life assuming my head is the only place I exist and quite often, the world collapses in on me.

        So when it was finally my turn to collapse onto somebody else’s body, it was like this paradise of invisibility. Hands, upon hands, upon hands pulling apart at each other, more legs than logic allowed.  Scratching at my breasts in every different direction, scraping to find who you are in all the mess.