Slack Water

a bad

         architect

of own

             death

she eyes

         the

topology

                   of her

forearm,

Slack Water

               the points

where

         the subcutaneous

streams -

               the ulnar

& radial -

         vanish

                   down

the arch

       of Palmar

Slack Water

body of

           slack water

foreshortening

             before

the ebb

her dream:

       to be

a constellation

         whose rising

intersects

               the sun

Slack Water

at dawn

where

       her broken

artist father

             listens to

the Demon

               Song remembers

             a mango

tree spiraling

skyward,

Slack Water

         the darkest

lines he has

drawn.