their faces press against glass like morbid flowers
she
could jump the deck to her death
she could face it spot on
this is when she
started inventing her name
there was a pool, dance hall, bunk bed, porthole
her cat cringed in a cage
how many lies had she uttered in that passage?
what
was real?
she was neither here nor there
a ferry is both vehicle and creature
the sea was her sister
all that had once been was lost once land locked
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