I couldn't get in   she just had no language for it   For the blue-grey lament that washed inside her   She said even at birth she had recognized no one   That her body had felt like a capsule awaiting   a fuller world to dehisce      At our creaky house by the lake I lived with her for months   She would watch the still water flow like stained glass   for hours before   slipping in.      A fuller world to dehisce.   She wanted to go slower.      One morning she drowned   To fill her veins with lake water   Organisms and soft flecks of deadwood   suspended together   under everything.      A fuller world to dehisce.   She wanted to go slower.