 one late autumn the bitter water spread through the entire building filling mouths with a caustic taint but the tenants did not care enough to protest, until the dreams came: DREAD EVIL DARKNESS SADNESS EMPTY SO EMPTY a thousand agonies of loneliness the sum total grief of mere being the cats howling, the dogs whimpering a hundred people—men, women, children-- feeling that they were falling, falling, falling... forever and forever and forever, until-- after two nights of mass distress the grim hysteria bubbled over and—making a connection-- they finally sent the super up to the water tank he lifted the lid and there she greeted him: floating face down, fully clothed her backpack still about her thin shoulders her stygian hair clumped like rotting seaweed some of them had been wondering where she had got to she had been such a nice girl a little quiet perhaps. Harris Coverley has verse published or forthcoming in Polu Texni, California Quarterly, Star*Line, Spectral Realms, Corvus Review, Spank the Carp, Better Than Starbucks, View From Atlantis, Poets' Espresso Review, Once Upon A Crocodile, The Rye Whiskey Review, 5-7-5 Haiku Journal, and many others. He lives in Manchester, England. Follow Harris on Twitter @ha_coverley.
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