you know how it is, a little sickness here, another there...that's how you go on living.

                                                                                                                                          -clarice lispector

i feel the bubbles again coming from my left foot.

after all
what is it we want
to free ourselves
from. 

in the tub the water rises and falls with my breathing. 
i'm a tide in a capsule.

no one can enter your surroundings when you're not there. 

people love people who are made of people.

i'm glad i must have baths.
i missed my body of water.

who was that thinking?