In water disjointed from me
Last night, a pike swam up the stairs
My mother photographs me in a bath of dead squid
Last night, a doctor handed me a glass of water
The conviction of things not seen
And the fish in the river shall die
The Georgian military road
Last night, sturgeon swam the streets
Judgement run down as waters
Last night, the sea spat my body
Anything that makes a mark, anything that takes a mark
And the Lord spake unto the fish
Last night, the moon flooded the bedclothes -
I am poured out like water
Last night, eels crashed from the faucet.
