I am rubbing at my dappled milk skin

Playing under a jacaranda

In a ditch by the side of a road

And the sunlight pats and strokes my back

And its full lips kiss my cheeks; constantly.

A calloused hand clamps around my upper arm

And pulls me up. Alive, a bubble expands

And breaks into ten bubbles in my stomach, my breast

And sends fifty million smaller bubbles to the rest of my body.