I took a shower. {I don't know why I said that. I actually took a bath.} My mind was on whatever my feet feel inside the flip flops.

Ground is harder than the soft dirt of my life before.

My teeth drip like my lips stick to my fingertips.

I water the lawn regularly. Time becomes an object of subjectivity.

Weed the barrier of my eyelid holes.

Waiting on Former Person, my hood blinking like schweater vests, keep me safe with your little lessons, your test of faith, your testament will bring me into your mind's heart.