the smarting sun on my neck nape (this was built for me) and the crook of my back building subliminal ponds and dripping little monsoons of salt
and you held me while different little ponds were flying this time out of my tear ducts and it is monsoon season in the countries they get salt from, after all
the heat of the sun on my skin of course and the unfairness of it all but the security like a little latch or something. Lots of water today everywhere except the dry sky.