then, one day, I see deep gorges on my cheeks a purse of skin under each eye a forest of hair logged for far too long   the mirror must...

for three weeks she’s slowly skated in circles around the bottom bloated and upside down, now laying on the pond’s mud   two gills wave...

cellphone dead      forgot to charge without my ten oz. sidekick      I'm ten pounds lighter like taking off a wet suit,      slipping on...