Some will deny them altogether. It’s almost easy to do this, with so many ways to stop the ears. For others, these are what sweat, cry, laugh, dance, sing; being made of fluid form means to be forever leaking, absorbing the drips, sounds, and reverberations of an ongoing other, to become our strange strangers, waving Hello, hello! Who are you?
before an embodied response,
like this one here, arms out,
cry spinning drops of body
in every direction.
Come, they are calling, it
is almost and before, it is
the never you feared and
the someday you painted
like sunset with your
watercolor pulse, into
this awake.
