I am grateful, especially to the ones whose names I don’t know and can never learn. Nameless, faceless, I thank you. You cut the
To reach the jetty, wind past four cattle gates, negotiate the dirt and rocks that serve as road, believe you are not lost even
A sun on a card on a patchwork box next to her bed, tarot sun and two lovers not kissing just looking at one
A fight to the death—the eel speared, Writhing, two crows, tactical usurpers, Hungry, greedy, sneaky, watched the eel flip, Dark, wet from the river.
