water bird

the washbasin floats north. the capricious bride is 

spinning & liquefied. spinning red. spinning black 

a blue landing. 

one-legged body, indiscreetly pink, pivoting on tiles

sipping from regretful streams

of un-cherished hair & dead skin.

a nightmarish fantasy of quivering clouds & 

lightning-scarred eyes. outside rushes in

plunges, sips & tastes

the idleness of S-bends. pull. pull the pipes apart. 

there she is trapped or waiting or hiding

in an empty white room.