Bathe/vain

Fish scales I have left in slender leaves Tangled up in blue-brined wigs rejected Through messages, bottled on opposing Sides of tracks And waiting for replies not coming tonight My sharp teeth bite and waste Midnight-hued, transparent, peeling Pathways and curled up in haze Bless you when I stripe I’m feeling made among the stalks, Skewers in Spanish, Portuguese My mother in school At And at last In rain.