Ophelia

Drowning’s the only

consummation

she has ever

known.

Her hair and clothes

are garbled in the

river,

limbs all

riverine;

her mouth

relentless

as the river’s

mouth.

Listen to her;

to the way she

sings:

garbles and

dignifies

the river of

herself.

Published in Alba magazine. Published in A Brief and Biased History of Love.