You like the tips of your fingers and tongue to touch on the barely there. Close your eyes and imagine a selkie baby slips from your hand. You’re at my feet, soles touching, a lit cigarette between your fingers – at its tip, smoky jellyfish swim downward – their tendrils twist upward and upward. I am submerged – the air is salty, my body’s raw follicles sting, but – Shaven labia mimic the mythic. Your voice is a noise underwater Selkie, Baby – I will slip from myself like bubbles along a torso – like smoke from a lip – like the smoke from your lip. Let me be the white curl that licks at your nostril, be the hair that uncurls between your legs. --- Laura Warner is a poet and a PhD student at the University of Exeter. Her research project, Uterine Poetics, explores lived experience of endometriosis through poetry and poetic approaches. You can follow her and her work on Twitter: @warner_writer.