We, the .

The cluster-pak of body, water, will.

We, the cold open falls, the certified fountains

of no moderation. We are this . This skin! Why?

Why not? We are the famous flavour.

We are the wonderful.

We adidas-punch our way into the water.

Twist-happy and thick with chances.

We are not sorry. We are

the ice that will not melt,

the special extract in the root beer of not aging,

the sparkling under-king, the carbonated wet dream,

the premium formula good stuff. We are,

at a price you not know,

at any price,

this.

Nothing quite like it:

your body wonderful, the water,

the biodegradable of this hand

on your skin, your skin

and the storm brewing below it.

Take this in, all particles of it.

There was risk, yes, and you swallowed it,

sparkling, to be where you are.

Know the costs of caution

are more. That these warning fumes

are only unattended marketing.

Should not be inhaled.

May cause a Costco-size irritation.

Are not valid, not applicable.

Here is the water, your body

the perfect temperature. Use as directed

or not: This is your time, your new everyday

flavour of possible. Tip your full face back

and drink it in. This uncareful .

This wildberry-brilliant taste

of the way it should be

Or could be.

                            Or is.

This place is famous for love, all brands

and standards. We who come here know love

is a verb, and we love with open hands.

On the road in, on the rock, in the falls, we leave love

wild, leave it wet and within reach. We love

without calculating or quitting or letting up.

We taste love, tumble in it, break it open on the rock.

We bleed from love and come back with more.

We light love on fire, breathe it in, leave it

like a small hot wish when we go. But we will learn,

or leave, or get careful, so come look now:

We are fresh with love, and the days go by

like open windows.

There are days when life

reduces you to crackermeal,

to boxboard. There are

bleach burns and papercuts.

Hurts, hazards, hot loss.

The consequential

of the everyday.

Yes, and there is this.

This slicing in face-first,

this full-contact festival of water on hot skin.

This cold wet everywhere awakeness,

first aid for the dry damage

of duty and compromise.

This coming back clean

to the compass of yourself.

After, a spot on a rock

and the taste of sun on everything.

Wet body brilliant as bottles.