a single pore on your skin.

it has a heartbeat.

the perimeter of the pore starts to expand

and then contract.

it is breathing.

water droplets seep out with each breath.

the pore continues to expand.

its edges feel warm.

It contracts with a slight tingle.

finally, you are a sponge.

one drop rule

I think about volume.

I think about variation.

I think about plasma.

But mostly, I think I am hiding in plain sight.

I think about abundance.

I think about nourishment.

I think about vital fluid.

But mostly, I think this is my father's gap.

I think about Africa.

I think about the sea.

But mostly, I think of the saliva you spit at my family.

I think about rain,

a lot of rain.

I think about the drops,

are they at random?

I think these drops may be cells.

Not the white blood cells

or the red blood cells,

But the half black blood cells.

It’s not salt,

It’s rotten eggs.

Travel to the salt flats, they say.

You see the roundness of the earth, they say.

i’m saying, the earth must have a gas leak.

“Your luggage is still in rome

it will be delivered to your hotel in three days time.

please sign here”

welcome to niagara falls:

this looks like a never ending pounding of residual waste.

“it’s just water!”

I’ll wait up here.

have a nice day

one crow, bad luck

Thank you for managing my expectations.

two crows, good luck

thank you for denying all of these allegations.

one crow, bad luck

i may be a product of divine plan.

two crows, good luck

well that looks like the color free will, cyan.

one crow, bad luck

this feels a lot like superstition.

two crows, good luck

No, it’s a psychotic premonition!