The child eats trout eyes.Like grapes, they popin her mouth. The skinstaste like smoke. Shelikes to be seen chewing,her lips white with oil.Being unbearable occursto her. It’s like music,Eminem in Grandpa’ssauna. Brow scaled withsweat, she trips into firetwice before learningto walk forward whileraking stones from sand.Nothing has to happen,but she questions it.She brings beer to Uncleand drinks lake wateron the low. On the dock,barefoot, her motherspeaks to Sudbury loons.The child’s languageis inadequate. She singsin English on an over-turned tub. Someonebrings her fishing. Theycall her by her sister’sname, which is a garden.She feeds dirt to theworms, fingernails blackbrown. Uncle tosses troutin the boat. Later he’llburn them on the BBQ,and someone’ll pass thechild a paper plate. Whenshe chews, a minnowwill slip from her left ear.The slime will stain hertight tankini. She likelyneeds a new one anyhow.