Niina Pollari

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