#androgyny

sometimes summer is just one day meaning there is just a single slow, thick and heavy-sweet where there is no fear no haste no panicked moulting bird in my ribcage and nothing to do and things unfold naturally and sometimes there is just one hour-heavy lashes sun flickering dots sweet smells no pain- and for now that has got to be enough licking every last drop soaked and nurtured by achronological time. Reminder. Nothing happens. Everything happens everywhere all at once. There is no you there is only perceiving , rearranging, becoming.