from Julie Doxsee’s OBJECTS FOR A FOG DEATH:

Dear Drowning

‘After I poured you

I wrapped you in

a little black coat &

washed the salt

water out of your

hair. You took 17

globes & cut them

each into 4 eye

shaped slices at

the seams where

oceans meet &

said relax

we’ll wing these

into water songs.’

This is a book I wish I had written. Get yourself a copy here.