Against the current,
Silver sunfish dart
A rumour whips the promenade corner,
Punches you, winds you,
folds you in two.
Scurrying hair, congealed
and pulled from the drain;
Through a window in Wales
The apparition of the moon at night
a fat white chocolate penny.
Like taking candy from a baby, you said,
so I asked what you knew of that.
How many infants had you robbed,
how many lollypops had stained your teeth black?