You do the math, you expect the trouble.
The seaside town. The electric fence.
Draw a circle with a piece of chalk. Imagine standing in a constant cone
of light. Imagine surrender. Imagine being useless.
A stone on the path means the tea's not ready,
a stone in the hand mean's somebody's angry, the stone inside you still hasn't hit bottom.

—Richard Siken, "Seaside Improvisation"