guppies pooling by rocks fish for garbage and rat carcasses to nibble in the dark. my shadow raises its hand above the surface of the canal and they scatter faster than roaches on the basement floor. there is no way they can see my waving arms. there is no way they can know i am sitting her above them, watching their line brace the tide, opening to the force of waves inside their guts. but they respond to every shift my hide makes
closer for being afraid.
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