Here is the fishbone we made from a needle and this is
the plan for your escape. Here is the bridle and here are stables where
a horse will be waiting. Release this fish into the calm ocean of your
pillow. Press your hands to the cold anger of your breast. We have salvaged
a future from your memories and a past, when you are ready, wrapped in
this black scarf. Take these ashes and take this beer made from their thirst.
You will go - at first upward then later down - exactly by the same sequence
of frightening events. This will bother you but remember your way is always
down. Take the fishbone and tap at the domestic waters - tears, saliva,
sinks, urine, ointments and holy baths. Knock at the great rock of time's
reluctant womb. You will never have the chance of seeing us again. Keep
the fishbone as a souvenir, a way of new remembering. Thread it with a
seam of oak. Stitch the valley back into the sky.