Infestation by islands A song intersecting the archipelago breaks away in parabola-instincts, clichs tossed starboard at midnight, with wrist-watches, cocktail napkins, strands of hair. In Baltic waters, fervor means futbol or maypole, blueberry liquored down a departing evening gown. Windows rubbed with kerosene repel spiders and fruit flies. Her earrings are silk egg-sacks waiting to please, to release spiders into corners, her impending malaise infests the pitch-black deck. Against the lights of Stockholm, she imagines a house webbed in yellow fever, infection resting against her shoulder. Syntax in flames, she announces cloud-cover, the nothing that cant be collared by land, air or sea.