after Katsushika Hokusai
Longing is a swell dashed on a rock.
She sails her boat to the black deep and strips.
Asking for it.
Waiting for it.
She stares into the bored sun.
It takes days, years.
He has long tentacles, watery eyes, and an embarrassingly large brain.
He flips the boat.
He pulls her down.
Crest.
Break.
She capsizes.
Comes in waves.
She swallows ocean.
Spits it back out.
She washes up onto the shore.
She tells the whole village.
I felt something.
I swam.
I had a spear and a net.
I caught a fish and I stared into his land-blind eyes
and then I let him go.