she consisted of shadows and the sea, whispering
   to herself
         in corners of the house,
   writing notes in nonsense languages, reading
seashells and sea grass, and pressing
         food to her mouth (like how
   moths press themselves
to glass)
   she drank her dreams
      in great freezing gulps, wide-eyed,
   gasping, so that at night she had the look
         of a fish   that had