You opened your mouth
and an eel came out –
sliding from between your lips
gasping into the air.
Take this, you said
these are my best words
my midnight flights
my early morning distillations.
Eels, you said, do not stutter
look, they flow like liquid
they do not take more than they need
they are the best of us.
I watched it swim away
out of the bedroom window.
But often, when I least expect it
it returns, a slow swagger through the air:
brushing past the curtains when I sleep
curling into the nest of my inner ear.
Ben Ray is a young poet from the borders of Wales whose second collection, What I heard on the Last Cassette Player in the World, will be released with Indigo Dreams Publishing in 2019. Find out more about him at: www.benray.co.uk .