i run
the warmth through my fingers
i want
to take off all of my clothes
climb right in, bathe
in this sweet syrup, backstroke
through the bits
they fall here
and there – caress the back of my hand
reassure like an abuelita
this whole experience is ancient
like humanity
like life
life in my palms
micelles flocculate
bid adios to water
cut, the first fuel of life swims
as minnows scatter
casein degrades to amino acid:
fundamental food
– where there is milk there is no hunger
and this primordial soup feeds
my everything