This work is about digested socks.

Growing up with a dog whose favorite food was socks meant finding them partially digested and scattered around the house. As the youngest child, I was forced to clean them up. It left long lasting stains on my memory as well as the oriental carpets. At 19, when I was diagnosed with a chronic illness it was those partially-digested socks that became my only reference for what was happening inside my body. My body digests itself, and when functioning at its best, it is still unable to survive on its own. Each pill and medical intervention makes me feel more and more removed from my body. And my discomfort in my own body dictates how I explore, experience, and articulate pain. I am a cyborg. Part human, part biologic intervention and part sock.