They like water.
They like the closeness.
They like that the molecules are so small;
that it squeezes together so tightly
it becomes what it isFluid. Water. Body of Water.
They’re like the water
And I don’t mind, I can swim
They just really like that water.
And every time they dip their toes in
it has to be an event.
All the molecules in all the world stop
for a second
and then the whole mass of the whole
comes to swarm around and consume them
like they belong.
They love the water.
there is sand
there are fish
But more than anything, there is water.
And they don’t give about anything but
I am a Body.
They don’t like that.
And everytime I come near them,
They think they need to change me.
They throw me in, and let the salt water wash me out.
I can feel it burning my nose
filling my chest
and I’m gasping and trying to get out
But you can’t reason with water
“This is living”
“You have to change”
I don’t know how many years
I let them wash me out.
I don’t know how long it was before I realized
I’ll never be them.
I need to swim.
Every day. Every damn day.
‘Cause if I stop swimming, I don’t know what will happen.
I won’t float, I can tell you that.
they don’t even understand.
It only takes a teaspoon.