Him and his guide stand and sit respectively
and he imagines what the
world would be like if
water was coloured differently.
The trees get less heavy and
the eco-system changes
and the guide tells him
it’s time to do what they talked about
earlier and they both take off their
shirts. The guide doesn’t have any
tatoos becausehe seems like a pussy.
He puts a knife in his mouth and he swims under the
tree branch until they
are both at the shore. When they
get to the house, it’s
wiped clean and dusk distills
the images that they will probably
remember for quite some time.
He searches all the rooms. There’s just paper
on the walls, not even photographs. He doesn’t even know
if they’ve come to the right place, or
if they’ve done the right things or if
the spirit animals following them