I’ve pinned a button onto my jacket that denotes me as soluble. Pure and simple. It’s a blue button with white text.

• I’ve a high potential for condensation. I feel I could dissolve like salt in warm water.
• In an argument, I can disintegrate into clumps like acrylic in an acetone bath.
• Don’t ever wet me or expose me to sudden cold. I need to acclimate to avoid eventual evaporation.
• When I think of soluble, I recall the Wicked Witch of the West withering. I think of candle wax burning.
• If I had it my way, I would rather not leave this Earth in water form. I would prefer to splatter into fiery sparks.
• Or else become a genie fog that curls into a porcelain lamp like a plume of vape smoke traveling back inside your mouth.
• Or drift past the Milky Way into the starry spray of the multiverse.