today makes me feel like this-
So many writings on raindrops,
but they’re all exactly right!
I don’t know what they do, or say, or play a part in, but it’s never my own.
HERE -aquí-
peddling through holes that extend my mortal layer up into these drops of essential life
each one plays a different note on my skin, just as it should.
Before long, I am covered in tunes. I can’t even tell you what I sound like!
But here is my main question—
why do we ever take off our wet clothes?