We compared whose was bigger. With triangles, we touched one another this way and that, and kept falling off into the dark. We unraveled one another but the threads decayed as soon as we touched them. No path appeared.
Take the final fishdeath out of you, out of me, and embroider the plea: “we were never even faithful. don’t save us. don’t verify us.”
Put the final fishbone in me. in you.