Ghost fish, tail flapping
like a translucent scrap
of linen in the wind,
flag of surrender
with a spine inside,
eyes riding on slow
light through the deep
ocean’s darkness:
Do you know what my mother
was looking for? —
—from “At the Sea Floor Exploration Exhibit, Sarah Asks”
an abandoned chest of roistering literature for the drunk and rampant reader.
drunken library 