With the sound of the flow of water
The water inside me wants to be with that water. “Let me out of here!”, the water inside me says. “I want to go home”.
All the water wants to band together to be part of a puddle, a pond, a lake. The water inside me has no sense of belonging only a need to betray me.
It is water’s way and cannot be overcome.
Water is in a queue to get out of me.
There’s another queue.
Water in Darwin 2022
The fat in the milk, the cake, that roll with dinner. They’re all calling out to join me, to come into me, to become part of the fat castle.
This fat colludes to overpower my appetite to be thin.
The fat is empowered by my desire of it. The engine of my desire draws it to me. I am its lord and saviour. I am the fat magnet. While the water is disloyal, the fat’s lingering presence is unwelcome.
Thin arm