nocturne: a hex

by Crystal Sidell

you see (without seeing)

kelp beneath the wheels  

eels writhing

the keys, little china moons

fallen from the sky

to spy on you

reeds making shadow blades

in the high beams

seek salt-blood jelly

                        (you know whose)

you continue to jet until the tank hits E

            and

that’s when the shadow hands 

finally find you

lashes wet

eyes full of the dead sea