Today felt like a take-it-easy-and-hang-out-with-the-faucet kind of day.
Stay dry, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Humbug!
This pot, it is as a sink within a sink. Where is the cat within myself, and is it damp enough?
Cat: Again, I must wet myself to feel something in this bleak, uncaring universe.
To eat the fish I must know what it is to be a fish.
This is where I go to think, and also the only place I go.
I now command the wetness.
How simple it would be, to lay beneath the still, soapy water- to sleep, perchance to dream.
Soak me like one of your French girls.