in steam between

i had a shower, which reminded me of a lot of things. i was thinking, about how people make their happinesses. i pull my sleeves up over my hands, and lie on the floor of the bathroom. it's quiet, you can just drip. but, the shower itself. as i've said, i think people should have showers before they attempt to make any mark in the world. the steam will steal you away, it clears your eyes, it warms your heaviness. could any act of malice be set in steam? it'll just go.

i'm counting the amount of space between paragraphs, horrible. i am brimming with ideas, daring streaks. i don't think i have the voice for them yet. this is okay. i am moving in decimal places, the cold across a tile, the colour of the ring.

any way you run, you run before us, black and white horse, arching among us.