4.4.11
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
drowned.
