how does it feel

I can be asked now, “ how does it feel?” and the knowing sides will tell you, it feels as good as I feel, in these moments, “this is how it feels”, even though this is that day and the question is less answerable. it is as warm as the sun. twin or no twin. the whole thing is aflame, warmer than the sun through my window. more complete than the 7 count breath of the inhale. “where are you?”