The Things Swimming in the Water
Jul. 31st, 2006 01:29 pmThe story leaps. I wrestle. It breaks my thigh with a whip of its tail.
The story moves like scripture, like words in a body,
pulsing against its own hardened secretions.
The story is made of mud. Everything slops out of the bucket.
The pool is in the story. It is cool and strangely deep. People climb out of it, most of them, talking excitedly.
I'm at the shallow end, still able to wade with the snakes.
The story moves like scripture, like words in a body,
pulsing against its own hardened secretions.
The story is made of mud. Everything slops out of the bucket.
The pool is in the story. It is cool and strangely deep. People climb out of it, most of them, talking excitedly.
I'm at the shallow end, still able to wade with the snakes.