the river dreams of clothing 

earrings slipped through fish babble.
a hook. a golden tooth.
the river carriers her faces like a server.
brings to surface. here are 
all the eye lashes. the skipped stone noses.
the body she pours over & over.
to wriggle toes. make a fist.
an anklet of pure gold. knocking mosquitos
out of the air. a dress of beads 
& blood. water comes like curtains hung in a caravan.
traveling her road of skulls & shoelaces. 
she thinks of standing upright but
can't find a single bone. breaking out
& running in the woods for the purple night.
leaving all the minnows & ancient sharks
mud gasping. her shoulders
bare all bodies. how do you tell 
your own skin from anothers.
day after day of flesh to flesh
& you start to wonder if we are 
a body only in chorus. chewing on 
doritos bags & blue rubber gloves.
are you my knees? are you my tongue?
she wonders must about driving.
holding on to the reigns of a beast
& slitting the night's throat open.
peering, she holds her eyes in her hands
& just as soon, her hands are gone. 
a fog horn for an iris. the pools 
species are lost in. she pictures a dress
of nothing but white bows. 
her bare skin. the moon feeding her
sugar cubes. the most she does 
is lift enough to touch the reeds
& the red clover bowing down.
they think she is blessing them.