Aquarium Whose body is whose, I wondered
once, last night, late, when we were tangled
as kelp, how it grows without knowing it
does, every which way, warm, sinewy, plaited
by the currents,
I wondered the
hows we could grow into
each other if we did: with no sun to climb to
but the cadence of our bodies, we have raked
the penniless fountain of propriety, we follow
the moon into the dark, push hair from our faces,
give shiatsu, crush under, wash each other with the liquids
of God, let go the small noises that parade
as if we are pained, as if too many times
we did not let our voices slide down, slide up,
as if we could, this time, swim ourselves together, one
body of muscles and kindly spate, the other of fins
and phenomenon, both no longer inhabited
by platelets, but a shaken priest, eyelids half shut, fingers
unable to wrap around the curbs of anything, the streaks
and spills of woe, imagination, our tepid days,
tumbled to the blue rhombus:
we are as open as the mouths of fish
rising for an oval of air.
Susanna Childress****************
RL
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