On Seasickness
A churning within gill and fin so low
with my tongue, she's tasted the aqua bowl
the dancing inside no place ever goes —
How the brig's see through from stem cells under;
what little chains us to this freshwater —
Like into a swim too far for the pier,
This bubble apart — two sea faces' tears.
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Now and then I see you by tank's bulb glow,
then fog up in eyes where my stones are laid —
this lonely space we swim so much we know
our lifetimes, aquarium did us splay —
Never passing to you from coming waves
from this place of fake sea; an odd hourglass
for very most, us both — ...behind plaid glass.
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