• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 03


The moon is not enough for
fish that lose their way
out of water until
it rises within them
caressing fins
illuminating scales

When the night does not
leap and spread wide
blinding breaths
opaque throats

And the vast sky releases
all the light it could bear
gleaming maps
soft wetness

A day is just a day now
A night is just a night now