Wading in a canal at night...

B. Ingrid Olson

2025-2026

Full title: Wading in a canal at night. Bodies in the water. One hiding, and busted. Others bloated, dead. I talk to the injured one. We swim up to a large Victorian house. I have to pee, so I go inside. My friend tells me she pees standing up using a soft funnel. She hands it to me to let me borrow it. I see there’s lipstick on the tip, which I ask her about. She smiles but doesn’t say anything. In the bathroom, the stall is old and worn. The lock on the door won’t close. The lock has a beautiful metal clasp, but a screw seems loose. I try to tighten the screw with my finger. Then someone’s daughter comes in like an animal on all fours, and she climbs up the stall walls. She’s perched on top, halfway in mine and looking at me. I sit down on the toilet and hardly anything comes out.


Gypsum cement, colored pencil, graphite, crayon, ink, acrylic ink


17 x 10.8 x 6.4 cm


Unique

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