when i swim, the sugar runs warm

escaping instincts of taste

to price animals on sundays full of clean politics

kicking

running

thrashing

costumed ghosts are lead starts in my journey of open windows

familiar with the breakfast there on the table;

a galaxy of toothpaste and a home crafted by your mother

reading tales of corruption at your bedside

and leaving white the groceries of enjoyment

when i swim, matter goes camping

tracing highschool economies along soccer

her kind trade wars of wild music