How are you?
I'm good.
It bubbles underneath
and only surfaces once
the lights go out when
the pasteboard mask is left
on the bedside table and my
pillow soaks it all in
How are you?
I'm fine.
in truth i am a capsol
i hold it all in
i am solid, i am
but in truth i am
liquid and gas and plasma
all intermingling, all colliding
thank heavens i am leak proof
i drop not and spill not
and never leave puddles for
others to slip on
until i am alone and tucked away
in my little corner
there ican let my mind drift
there i can pour out and examine my contents
there i uncover my pressure points
and let my mixture finish its reaction
i percipitates, it melts, it turns technocoloured
it explodes
once finished i package it up again
and step into the light of another day
We nod.
We smile.
We part ways.
