She ripples through the water below us
(the red river currenting through my lips)
let’s just say I have never seen the mouth
(I’ve touched its tributaries don’t tell them)

she saw the light rippling and ran toward it
should’ve stayed here to watch riverboats blink
bleeding into the border she didn’t listen
and she heard how a muddled current breaks

mouth gurgling then hushed settling back
into its red-dirt clodded body bed
just like a bad dream no one dares to touch
(I think I’m used to it I’ve seen it before)

(do not worry about the platform noose)
(it’s been there for awhile now) don’t let go