Let me swim down the lightless sea. The bones swim easily, they veer & twist. Or let me make my way far back in a cave where the only sound is the small slide of water down the spine of rock, my spine the only light, faint glow inside the black. If you start to wonder how I see without my old eyes, remember all the times the beloved comes to you without being there.
Lynne Knight | First Person Singular Contents | Mudlark No. 62 (2017)