Rain drowns you in the best ‘hosing.’ That’s a pet name for my tongue.

Surely as there’s a heartbeat to math there are light, oblique truths gaining access to felt qualities.
We’re tart. The new job title, urgent. More pets romp on, ahead of sober ai redales w/ no clawback motives. But I’m underhanded getting to an axiom we can manipulate: No amnesty?

or / & like crustaceans we give in, to forgetfulness.

This rain surrounds a weather balloon holding impossible jerky.