Saturday, December 7, 2013

Dear fish heartbeat,

Dear fish heartbeat,

I can no longer hear you, though you golden and glimmer, pulse in the low waters of the Kentucky pond, with its frozen lip you have slowed to the turn of a ballerina on her last, toed revolution, have slowed like a forced waltz, a dying hyena beside the river. Dear fish heartbeat I can not feel your beat in my body the way I once could when I passed all the raped-of-tree fields. Dear fish heartbeat, I wail like a pack of wolves whove lost their leader, but, light coming, must go; for they can not carry her in their mouths. Dear fish heartbeat the dog curls warm in my lap; I miss you.  

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