I say, I try to say: I didn't understand, I didn't grow up. I didn't know how much...

Wet are my hands, my arms, my cheeks and my chin, all kinds of wet: fresh ropey wet from my nose like a river from my skull; slow wet from the corner of my mouth, my lip; endless wet from my eyes, alongside my nose, my lashes; sticky, old wet on my sleeve, in my lap.

"Please." I say, and I say: "please please please."