Siren - Trish Thùy Trang

You rolled your tongue, you spat... I flew... A hole in one!
Despatched
me in the kitchen sink; I sank confused and bruised and thinking about
our
honeymoo n of nights beneath the moon together. Crosslegged, floating
down
the river. We didn't need a boat-us angels aren't afraid of water, are
we?Are we?? I am, now I'm lying flat with alligators and rats to talk
to... licking sweetcorn from my fingers, tea leaves from my eyes;the
blood
of suicides is dripping on all sides, and I'm wondering if one of them
could be you. YOU..... Yes, I wonder if one of them could be you.
(She said,