Fort Totten
Drive nine miles to where the jetty meets the Throggs Neck Bridge.
Christen the ground with chili pepper soup.
Walk for ten minutes on cold asphalt, pass unused red and white brick buildings with boxes in the windows and leaves in the yard. Follow the curve of the path.
Before a big iron fence, climb up a muddy bank in your street shoes and look down on the river. It will be a gray day and there will be one boat between you and Little Neck.
The fort is here, but you must know that now.
But this time you make your own path, avoiding the circular holes that populate the ground. Look down on the ruins.
The civil war would have been boring here, waiting for boats that were never going to come. Now walk the length of the fort and find your way down. Use only stone staircases. This is the first floor, this is where the tunnels were.
Only in the end, passing through a hole in the fence, you will realize you were trespassing all along.
Hannah
A sea fan undulates
Gently
Slowly
Reaching outward
A soft greeting
Weightless
Floating
The hypnotic swaying
Surrounds the depthless gaze of a woman
Drowned at sea
Kim
