Gills

My voice is changing, he’s noticed that, W. says. It must be the spores. It must be the mould entering my lungs. Inside, he imagines, my body is black with damp. Deep inside, changing me, changing my voice: black spores od damp.

I’m changing, W. says. I’m becoming completely new – a new kind of person. Amphibious. A skin-breather. In his imagination, gills are growing behind my ears, like Kevin Costner in Waterworld.