Drunk treading water
mottled blonde hair in the way as
I try to circle round
find the best method to hold her without leaking any more blood.
‘One hand on the shoulder, other on the waist,’ shouts Nick from the pier, dressed in Moon Prison shirt and Moon Prison cap, ‘before the eel comes out.’
I do another lap and try again but
this Lady in the Lake is resistant
her mouth yawning open, letting out the eel
its eyes shark-like and
there’s static from the pier, Lexi hanging down, struggling with the tannoy device, shouting at the wooden boards above her head that she’s nearly got it, just a few more twists of the wrench and
Nick yells again,
‘grab her fucking shoulder, Keni, quicker
before the eel comes back,’
but I can’t
it’s too hard to get a grip, her body’s too
cavernous in a-
At breakfast, we all sat perched on the edges of high stools, studying the nostalgic Arrowhead paintings, hoping the sun flowing in through the patio screen door wouldn’t persuade Nick to lasso us into another day of lake activities.
Actually, I didn’t really care if we stayed or fled – home had been a nebulous thing for a while now, family too – but I knew Lexi’s mind was set.
She’d repeated it three times in bed the night before, and twice this morning before coming down.
‘Need to go home, sleep in my own bed.’
What Juana thought…no idea. She just sat there in her Spider Demon t-shirt, rotating a pear on the table surface, possibly a come down from fucking the simulated version of Maika Monroe the previous night. Or being rejected by her. Rejected and…Continue reading