surface to surface

 the jelly fish shrugs like a church
its translucent blue comes from reversal
where we still have sex

dream being the mirror image of
waking where you unyes me

 all the disturbance is on the surface

 your face is a surface like the mirror is a surface
your prayer in front of the statue
your raised eyebrow lying, crinkling around the eyes smile
are like waves that peak and
fall back into the bay
my first swim today
unmothered me
the unresounding voice a vacuum

Claire Gaskin

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