pond / reflecting / feet /

procession of hooks / suckers /

clawed / webbed /

in marching order / a line /

a trail /

a tap tap tap

along the grass /

the edge of the water /

follow the big /

the small /

detect an object of appetite /

come find and release me /

of my red dress.

Lorelei Bacht (she/they) successfully escaped grey skies and red buses to live and write somewhere in the monsoon forest. Their recent writing has appeared and/or is forthcoming in Stoneboat, Barrelhouse, SoFloPoJo, The Inflectionist Review, and elsewhere. They are also on Instagram: @lorelei.bacht.writer and on Twitter @bachtlorelei