If this were a mirror I’d be floating through the sky a bird finally fingers splayed like wings flapping and bumping on a cold breeze but this is my body still floating on a large skeleton of water my eyes wide pressed up against the window of the surface a spaghetti string of froth caught in my teeth prison bars letting the water in filling me up to drown the trapped prisoner the back of my neck though glared at by sunlight stays solid white a block of ice my body has made a cocktail of the stream I suppose I won’t really know how big it is river lake ...