Slipstream

The girl drops the river; woman bobs up; aqua's flatline on top basement blue, then it all, violet doom, as temperatue drops off the girl— aqua flatline, sleezy sleet, water glasses on her nose, scrub— I'm touching up, up, up. down that river before— beyond swim's flight; it runs for the sky— in someone's dead frame, unseeable bank— the woman passes out, dry.