today’s heart

lighter than a glass fragment dislodged

from the hold of a sunken slave ship by a shark

in overfished waters dragged by net to this

grey cove. a shallow rustling freedom of

azure lucidity wrestling the sharp

corrosive salt tricking my edges clean

stealing my taste for blood.

so fragile hands.
pulse filled. soft so.

Comments

hey christina,

cool poem! how are you doing? do you know jonathan moody? he's a cc fellow working at pitt. he's been doing little animal poems like this one for quite a while. you should correspond....

be well....
Anonymous said…
Wow. I used to babysit for Imani- I was thinking about you both last evening-one of those scent-triggered memories and on a lark googled you.

-Marisa