““I’ve lined my throat with the river bottom’s best silt, allowed my fingers to shrivel and be taken for crawfish. I’ve laced my eyelashes with algae. I blink emerald. I blink sea glass green. I am whatever gleams just under the surface. Scoop at my sparkle. I’ll give you nothing but disturbed reflection. Bring your ear to the water and I’ll sing you down into my arms. Let me show you how to make your lungs a home for minnows, how to let them flicker like silver in and out of your mouth like last words, like air.””