Eager and Fin

Spoken

Whistle wisps uncurl and film the sudden cool

I have but one single direction

Argument lisps and listens with undertones of fin shape and leather

Unmade the wash

Drank the filament

And permitted the light to consume my undertongue

Shifts of collar light marked the shadow play and curled my tucked probiscus beneath glow worm gills

I have but one single curl
of eloquence left