Siren

You rolled your tongue, you spat... I flew... A hole in one!
Despatched
me in the kitchen sink I sank confused and bruised and thinking about
our
honeymoon of nights beneath the moon together. Crosslegged, floating
down
the river. We didn't need a boat-us angels aren't afraid of water, are
we?Are we?? I am, now I'm lying flat with alligators and rats to talk
to... licking sweetcorn from my fingers, tea leaves from my eyesthe
blood
of suicides is dripping on all sides, and I'm wondering if one of them
could be you. YOU..... Yes, I wonder if one of them could be you.
(She said,