like beach towels soaked in creek
water, dunked by boys who wanna
see girls hung on the line, pinned up
for the sunshine to eat through
or like wet hair, not enough time
to dry before men come and
drag fat knuckles through tangles,
pulling knotted strands into their fists
or maybe like bodies stuffed in barrels
pushed over Union Bridge and into Philpott
lake, women who are curled into themselves
and forced to disappear, deep into the water.
