i felt like something was flowering up and up and through my throat and OUT and i was there i was right where i was supposed to be the whole time but couldn’t ever make it till then and i was trembling against my colors. my arms were shook against their own trembling and my veins were blue-green flowers shook against their own transport and everything had my colors. and my dimension my physicality was pressed against itself and i felt distended and rushed and pimply. the sharpness of my joints was sudden and i couldn’t move without running into myself.

smoggy billowed breathy HOOTS against this newness but the air was warm and very blue.