h.b.irwin

on insignificant love

In Uncategorized on May 15, 2012 at 5:00 am

Underneath

the sheets

of fish, which

drift & dart amongst

each other

in a pattern so

refined they know not

what it is and

coordinate without conductor–

enormous like intrepid

spheres–but their skins

never meet each

frictionless atmosphere sliding

in perfectly distorted

closeness,

 

is the sandfish

who always, unexpected,

sinks her teeth.

 

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