"The rain pissed down on Levenâs shores. The sane rain would rain on superstores and set off car alarms in our street. Letâs burn our clothes and hunt our meat. A day of skies, a day of feasts, we fell to bed, to grunt like beasts. We could live in your wee car, we could never go too far. A flash of sun between your thighs, a perfect black shape to protect my eyes. A swooping hawk, a dying tree. âFuck me,â says he, âfuck you,â says she. If iâm a clown, then youâre a mime but Iâm sure that weâd be friends in time. The selkie put her skin back on and swam away, back to her own"