My corporeal
vessel
takes me to the beach
where my yellow dog
flops on a dead salmon and immerses herself in the death smell
transmogrifying into a fish witch;
together we wait for the king tides to take us away
hiding in our separate skins
but connected like family,
like blood,
she is a difficult dog
with a dark past, a fierce temper and a bucket of fear,
we are akin that way,
but now she needs a bath
and so
do
