This poem was written in response to the question, “Where do ideas come from?“
Rotation of Thought
By Amber Bachiochi Thompson
How much we feel in the belly,
water rolling over us.
Write me one about coats in a coat room.
Make it a love story. Make it
just a little sad. Tell me
there are three people ahead of me
as I grip the empty chair. Oh.
The bath. A more serious word for bubbles.
What does touch become
when it leaves the skin?
Lily Tobias 
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