The pleasure of the pull, feeling it and not yielding.
Unvoices
It nudges me, ruffles me, thumps against the glass between what is and what I think is. It's an overflowing. It will continue regardless of my ability to swallow, to breathe.
mute confusion
The bliss of not telling
I'm drinking from the saucer cause my cup is overflowing.
On the far side
We will meet this challenge together.
After it's done, some will not return. I will be one.