Some people in your life have no before and after, and remain untethered like the feeling inspired by images of anemones in water. These people-events, like anemones, are soundless and seemingly weightless but are so full of light, a soft fury. You're delicate and strong at the same time. You're here but you're also breathless, not here, and staring out at the water as you fuck your sweet, lovely husband. How do I say that I want to hold all points of light and resistance coherently together?