A cast of beautiful people is passing around a bottle of mouthwash
When I say people I mean women
But I’m saying people because I have a good imagination
We all swill from the mouth of the mouthwash
And let particles wash back into it
It’s a good and sterile kind of sharing
I feel my skin being pressed by other beings
It’s eerie but comfortable
No layers just one dense material
It’s hard for me to refer to myself as past tense
My legs twitch because the people in my room twitch
I have a legendary amount of empathy
I cannot keep from being moved