Your clothes are soaked with emotion.
Drenched with an inability to understand.
Your mind is overflowing with
thoughts concocted by a need,
bubbling out of your mind,
flowing, slowly down your body,
as the foam of a beer
slips down the side
of a glass cup,
leaving a ring on
a wooden counter.
They soak into every
pore,
and as the foam from the beer
leaves a ring on the counter
thoughts become
instinct
in your mind
misunderstandings
