mintcar

Water Dreams

There is no right way to think.

The solo female guppy in my tank is pregnant. But THERE IS NO MALE. What is this? I sense divine conception among us.

There are remnants of you in my room. Do I love this space, or do I love that there are pieces of you everywhere? (I don't think I love this space).

Love is underrated. I think Paul might agree. Where is it hiding? Where is it kept? Where is it secretly handed from one stranger to the next?

Does it hum the tune of the aquarium. Chews soft algae, ... I have so much to give to you.

I might be rough sometimes, but I shouldn't be so apprehensive about it. You aren't. I am fortunate. I yam what I yam, and that is all that I yam.

But you leave me. Why do you hold the ribbon so tightly, so that it might break? I made it, and it's not strong. It's from the dust and the fibres of my nervous resolve. Hold it tightly in your hand.

Let's go away. Now.