JP Thorn
fetal improv
i guess i’ll start with the embryo, how calmly it sleeps nestled in an
organic rucksack. without complications the connection is simple, a
feeding tube & water bed to shit in while we grow amniotic, physically
protected by layers of sacs. but still the mind has a will of its own &
little poisons can split beneath the cracks, why do you think babies are
born with soft spots atop their heads, the body's final suture.
benign little ampule
sways calm
draped like a plum
swiftly i exited the womb, no cesarean, spare four minutes ‘til
midnight, 11:56 PM in phoenix, arizona, i was made a tropical zodiac, a
fitting birthplace for a chance to begin again. if a bet was struck i’ll
never know, living each day with regrettable gratitude. it’s hard to
explain. just know i am thankful for print ads & lawyers & the money
spent just to cradle me intentional, to say
“our son, a crest of rose now lies within your name, we found you in the
desert among unworn topography & fled here to name you, to clothe
you, to get pissed on while changing your first diaper.”
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jp thorn (he/they/any) is a queer, neurodivergent artist raised in & returned to the bible belt. advocate for destigmatization & radically open communication, their work is inspired by humanness, reframing traditionalism, therapeutic processes, unlearning patriarchy, identity, & global patterns. you can find more of their work at thorn.jp
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