Origin of self

(The difference between 0.4 and 3.5% NaOH)


My pelvis adjusts,

Stones shift,

Press into my feet.

I kick off again.


Molecule rolls over molecule,

Energy transfers,

Move, shift, crash.


Tympanic vibration.

Your waves,

Transport me.


I judder, rebalance, stand,

Feel the salt in my hair,

My mouth.

My eyes sting.


Draw me out,

I should stay.

There’s safety at this edge.


But I let you take me.

And I am in you, not of you,

You don’t need me.

Foreign body, sink or float?


You transform,

I dissolve.