I stood for a moment while the mud
sucked at my toes.
There were no flowers in my arms—
I couldn’t think where they had gone.
I combed my hair with four spread fingers,
pulling out the tangles. I took a step,
and the water splashed my knees.
I had a prince, once.
Another step—my dress spread itself
on the surface like the petals of a flower
until the water caught the fabric
and dragged it under.
I followed slowly—
hands, shoulders, neck, lips,