My girlfriend, shoulder high, spills into a river
paddles people’s homes through a ghost town
she is a swollen snake swallowing up dry ground
come. Who will see her worst bits
abandoned on a murky sunrise?
We people bedded danger and deserted
the surreal barricades of heartbreak.
We never heeded the electricity rising
we waded through plastic and traffic lights
missing the low-focus sirens across a tin stream.
Worse, we expected to balance our mood
on a mooring, to shelter our bodies from bad dreams.