thank god they see me. the water
is getting in
at private places. oh doctor.
oh mother. what moves so

slyly? rain rain
go away. my foot caught
at the ankle by a hook —
oh mother, what moves so

under the hems of me? remind me
is this river or sea and the fish
that bite? & if it’s night
how can you tell? the water

& my foot caught
between two stones,
right? oh doctor
of concussions, listen to what moves

with your stethoscope. oh
mother of fevers
sorry about my new coat.
tuck me in like always & let the water

undo my hair
& my virginity
the doctor
can prove later.