COSTUME
Scales in cloth, not a tail you cannot walk in, unless you can walk in it.

NIGHT 13 OF 31
The fest leans toward the water without leaving the fire.
Scales in cloth, not a tail you cannot walk in, unless you can walk in it.
Shells on a string. A shimmer scarf.
Nets with lanterns in them. Blue-green glass on the tables. The sea is already doing the set.
The fest leans toward the water without leaving the fire.
Fish cakes, kelp-salt crisps, lemon on everything.
Cucumber and soda, very cold, called sea glass by the stall.
A low wave of voices and a drum like oars.
Walk to the shore look, not into the water. Scales stay dry.
Shimmer hour when the sun is gone and the lanterns do the shining.
People sit on rocks like a choir that did not rehearse.
OF THIS OCTOBER
Priya’s scarf does the work of a tail. Johan refuses shells and then wears one. Of this October.
EVENTS
A FRAME, IF YOU WANT ONE
You in scale-pattern cloth and a shimmer scarf on mountain shore rocks, lanterns in nets, dusk, elegant, no text.
STALL
Light cloth. Reads as scales when you move. Packs flat.