Watching suds go down my drain like a hurricane sometimes I think I’m spiralling too.

I think I’m spiralling into you.

Now, it’s flooding and I am aching, aching to see you.

I’ll build an ark and disembark from all that I have ever known, for so long.

Watching suds go down my drain like a hurricane, I know I’m spiralling into you.

Watching water beads gather on my thighs,

I feel high.

Yet incomplete.