Someday they’ll find me in the bathtub with my ankles crossed in a wishbone, cherry spine tied knot. Like my sister’s thick fishtail braid
I promise I won’t come undone this time, just my fingertips ran over the still water with too much angst, they should sink but bob
like ocean buoys, apples at the March carnival. I am paperweight and carnivorous when I see you. Can you spoon feed me? Drink slowly of me, cut me
up into little pieces, or have even just loved me? You milked me dry so now I’ll stalk you hidden beneath the bathwater till I sink and die.
