I will be waiting for my gills.
I would smoke hand rolled cigarettes, and drink green tea. I would walk along heightened ledges and peer over at the fishes and wonder what the aquatic life is like. To be hugged buy a blanket that never lets my feet slide out. I would float with no ceiling and no floor close enough to touch me. As cars would pass on the bridge above me, scrambling to reach their fixed destination, I will be waiting for my gills fore this world can only last but for so long. With each stroke, I feel as if I am shedding another layer of skin. Nothing hangs, nothing controled directly by gravity only floating limbs among curious sea life……
