Somewhere
Life,somewhere a drownedmanwalks alongthe shore, bemoaning the dryland on which hewalks. he doesn’tnotice the rank seaweed caught in his hairlike a beggar’scrown. the abortion roomgives up itsdeadwhile the colour of bloodis still redis red. a woman sitsalonewandering inwitthen walks in a circle over and overitlike a boredpair of compasses. herbrain decomposes,as a sunkentreasurerusts slowly away in stagnantwaters. in the care...