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.