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Aquarium
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AQuarIum Whose body is whose, I wondered once, last night, late, when we were tangled as kelp, how it grows without knowing it does, every which way, warm, sinewy, plaited by the currents, I wondered the hows we could grow into each other ifwe did: with no sun to climb to but the cadence of our bodies, we have raked the penniless fountain ofpropriety, we follow the moon into the dark, push hair from our faces, give shiatsu, crush under, wash each other with the liquids of God, let go the small noises that parade as ifwe are pained, as iftoo many times we did not let ourvoices slide down, slide up, as ifwe could, this time, swim ourselves together, one body of muscles and kindly spate, the other offins and phenomenon, both no longer inhabited by platelets, but a shaken priest, eyelids halfshut, fingers unable to wrap around the curbs ofanything, the streaks and spills ofwoe, imagination, our tepid days, tumbled to the blue rhombus: we are as open as the mouths offish rising for an oval of air. ...