Claire Na

Yellow toes crinkle in stagnant

water. There are leeches here. The moon isn’t

watching tonight so you leave your rubbish

on the banks: chocolate wrapper the colour of

lightning, snapped hair tie, receipt from the petrol station. There is a

newborn fawn in the rushes and she can’t work out how to

walk without her mother’s help. The water

catches starlight like the turning belly of a fish.

Claire has too many plants in her bedroom. She keeps buying more. It's becoming a problem.