There is an island in a lake in Upstate New York that is shaped like an egg, a human egg, one
from an ovary (left or right) and on that island there is a resident, a woman, with two breasts and two
ovaries and one uterus that is tilted towards whatever she turns her back on. That woman is a daughter
whose mother is one-breasted and dead. The island was mostly home to Canada geese who honked
and shat and were overall territorial until the woman arrived and like a dark corner attracts spiders and
repels children, likewise the island began to repel the geese and attract the rain. A bruise of a cloud
hung overhead for a while, although she only shrieked when the sun shone, or when the waves
dissolved commuter ferries and any semblance of a bridge. The Islander fills her days with submersion,
hoping to one day spy through the lakeweeds and murky water an approaching—