WET THOUGHT IS TRAVELLING
It can be hidden, but it can’t stay inside. It is everywhere. Even while it is not.
Sometimes it is enough. Sometimes it is too much.
It changes to skin. It starts when it stops
SHE I AM. I emerge fully formed biological creature, planets in my body covered with long skin, drilled with million wholes that bring drops out and in, I stay connected. It is possible to catch me, shake me, kiss me, hunt me, drub me, I will die, but now so concrete I am, and specifically her. She I am, anxious (conscious). She I am, bold.