Baby doll, rabbit-knees and lips. How to interrupt the tongue of a bridge and not taste the water. How to crack the lights and slip into these walls. Baby doll, five knuckled, two ringed, one mouthed, silk fucked and mean. Ocean big as her thighs. Ocean big as her name. Maybe stones sharp as her neck. Maybe the rise of a crest. All those burning fields, and her fingers were kissing softly, waiting softly.