Thinking in the heads of others is a poor practice. The room stank of monogamy gone sour. Seeking out something familiar in strange males, hoping for the best and banking on the worst.
You’ll like me right now, because I’m looking for someone to run me over. I’m compliant and submissive, until the winds change.
[And if the earthly should forget you,
say to the silent loam: I flow.]
To the rushing water speak: I am.