Wild Needle Raindrops
It rained inside the bedroom.
Outside these sea walls
the day is a hot red knot.
My body fills up with wet nouns.
Silence has a light-blue Spanish
accent. The men in my photographs
drowned. Their cries of distress
stopped breaking the water.
I am a moist flesh statue.
Lightning begins, embedded
in my feet. The walls crawl with electricity.
I doze off again listening to turtle music.