By Eisder Mosquera
around pink gauze,
are the details
of a threaded
and its fake
Like that of the angelheaded
its wings, as if to swim
under the light
of the glowworm
the fish are oratory
on a shattering
sea rock to splint,
the wing tips
are hardly bleak
their own swinging
by the bay of a chest
and a previous rock.
Here we are stranded,
pelagic with clot,
and the fish
burble with oratory
and I kind of like them
Source: Poetry (November 2015)
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