my text is condensed water
it befalls you, makes you wet
and sticky (I will not apologize
for being a fluid trap searching for surfaces
I can capture myself on)

probably this is all
a misunderstanding a spiral

the words, the texts, the world
I am having problems finding into a form

being concrete as a wall would be-

so you should hit me hard
slap me across my face or my ass
with your hand, with whips, with sticks
so I can materialize