And then the blank face of water

And then the blank face of water

pressed goldfish. Our other-bodies–-

wild-curved canoe–-your hands–

I want them spiked open, spines

broken on the boat tied

into you. I tried, your throat,

to open. But it won’t. Stoned,

I tear water-bones, shred thighs.

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