Here is a glimpse of what you will experience in the full book:
Introduction
They say the body is water, primarily.
I was born Tsunami.
Storm strengthening with each ricochet
off padded walls,
I am a shell.
Just listen to me.
Heed
The water, calm.
There is no reflection. It is perfect
pristine
pure.
For how long kept,
reserved from use?
Reserved for whom?
Dirty hands crave cleaning.
DO NOT TOUCH
I see.
Watch me watching.
I know the surface shows secrets,
Have to hit it right.
Mix in oil metaphors, remember
to leave holes;
Room to breathe,
Bubbles not made for bursting.
I can already feel this frigid pool
awakening.
I feel it making waves, beckoning-
Motion will remain.
I will not...
Letter Addressed to Yesterday
Dear last night,
You are the most incredible thing ever
to happen to me.
But you are nothing more than a ripple.
I will forget you when I wake.
You wouldn't leave me,
Right? You wouldn't leave me
Breadcrumb symptoms with no clear
cause.
My hair still smells like fish.
I can still taste blood on my lips.
Scrub it away.
The skin.
When,
Will I be clean again?
Last night, you were perfect.
But to enjoy anything is to use,
Too using,
Dry up the spring.
Ink washes as I try righting.
Dear last night,
You were the most incredible thing ever
to happen to me,
Too happening.
You are a river
running,
Running away, and
It's all downhill from here.
