Skin the creature in the shape of a pig's stomach. Chase folklore with a stick. Wrap yourself in an embroidered coat smelling of sheep, flail your arms, skin protesting the raspy wool. Engage, profess, militate, resist — embrace, smooth over, kiss, delight. Show your thoughts in action, turn your tongue inside out so that it may preach a Torah of departure. Sing in the thousand-voice, grab hold of your so-called destiny — shake out its pockets for pyrite and glass crystals, giggle in the face of the preordained. Adventures of the wakeful await in the gaps of stories and verse, in the pauses between each breath.
Bogi Takács is an agender Hungarian Jewish person who's currently living in the US. Eir speculative fiction and poetry have been published in venues like Clarkesworld, Apex, Strange Horizons and Scigentasy, among others. You can visit eir website or find em on Twitter, where e also posts diverse story and poem recommendations.