An Explanation

I was nosing forward in the water.
Swimming in my clothes.

I had a £20 note in my pocket.
It wasn’t even wet.

Then I got out
and photographed the alligators.

The teen was giving her mother a kiss on the cheek.
Unheard of.

‘She’s buying her a new carpet and some furniture
for her bedroom,’ said the teen’s boyfriend.

Ah, that explains it.

I got in the car. Threw my thrashing bag onto the seat.
‘Don’t let the alligator out.’

‘You’ve got your glasses on your head
and you’re naked.’

Ah, that explains it.

I pressed my nose to the blank canvas
and moved forward.


Everything You Can Think Of Is True