ii. White sheets, white tiles. I think of you when I *****. Mother sits & cries in the corner of her bedroom. I call for her until I am thinned out & pale, my body large & expanding.
iii. My body is the lake from last summer.
iv. Last summer three boys drowned. I was too afraid to attend the funeral.
v. Now I am too afraid to wear my body. My hands are hurricanes when I realize that I am loved.