Sunrise with Sea Monsters

by Jaime Forsythe

Evidence I am still here:

dots and dashes through wet grass.

The balcony’s squeak, a bell-shaped

shadow. A beating locket. The body’s

slow drip. (Also, the smoke

detector in the garden, the unhinged

gate, reflection in a filled bucket).

Still halfway submerged in a slow dance dream

with a stingray, enveloped by floppy wings.

Smokestacks, shipyard, sky all striped.

The bridge was plucked apart yesterday

and carries buses dyed pink this morning.

I am forever trailed by a hovering crow,

low aircrafts. The creatures

in the harbour catch
my eye before going back under.