clean slipstream

statue head drifting

across the ocean floor

lick of snake's kiss

becomes itself around me

i am gulliver-sized creator

of tub, ruler of small lake

my hips reach for curved walls they

melt like lava flows they

do not float

my body, which i hardly ever feel

(so many parts unknown to me,

something wet for a soul),

could exist in this basin forever

what is is over

myself pours through myself

like the hooves of horses running

on a sunken palm