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Standing on your hands
requires
white-hot faith
right-angled wrists
and a desire
to stand on your hands.

A poem about water
is a poem about us
chiefly tears saliva
blood and other juices.

Water runs washes gushes
so do we
or goes stagnant or goes dry
like this analogy.

Solomon sees people
as lumpy bags of skin
with holes that move
bags for holding maybe water in.

These bags of us make porridge
feed the cat and loom
scary and unwitting
over Solomon.