‘Agnès Gets Lost in the Netherverse’ – Mélisande Fitzsimons

I suddenly win at Scrabble   the greenhouse falls apart

she starts driving in the middle   of the road

still looks the same   takes off before

the hitchhiker can put his bag    in the boot

at the dinner table her words    unpractised

she swallows    sounds like wutu ffnus ffawefe

her mouth opens to a different    animal

as if    talking loudly in her sleep

we stay still stun-hug   her

lost for polite   verbs and look

away   when she spits adders and gems

stunted uncertain delicate 

she was finally    found under a bridge

silenced she looked the same until   the end