Spontaneous Exercise

Dipping this napkin into cold water,

and reading into the urgent drawings that start to infect

the paper.

Then pressing the much softer former napkin

in between two fingers, feeling the product of such spite

disappear,

pressed onto skin, filling in the blanks.

Finally, removing the now slightly frayed and torn paper, which has also dried quite a bit,

whatever sensations or drawings experienced left recorded in you, but forgotten by the canvas.

Motive

I swallowed you by mistake, 

as a rather cheap excuse

to dive into the comfort of my own allowing.