Costumed puffed in suits and thongs
Holding hands holding swirls in our hands
It feels like power, like unity, the spiral
The giant air celebrating around us, fleshing all over us
We are each other’s inhalation
Each other’s expansion into air
Something suffocates without that
That expansion that is made of each other
Colorful, fuzzy, like quarrelsome precious stuffing
A gift of bloody shape