I can see dark things through the envelope you gave me.
At some point, the weatherman is going to say something
about the crooked movement of your legs east.
These boots make me think
you’d make an awful swampgod.
Once the water is heavy enough,
coins will breathe near the surface again.
My sister has the good hands,
and I got the bathtub claws.
Any other beast would’ve given up on pond rings by now.About the author:
Carrie Lorig is living in Madison, WI for the second time. Her work has been in elimae, New Wave Vomit, decomP, and for every year. She is currently accepting advice on how to get the bats out of her walls.