You that lurked half-thug
among the pebbles, world-worn
but waggish—gave you Paly Frags
and you ate them. Flowers of the reef,
same. Put to your eyes the beauty
of camouflage, and you became it.
What was broken in you
broke waves until the others
were pulled through your hunger
into the imaginary
planets and pouches
of your stomach. All gold spotted
you were above your metallic
base of blue—on the other side
of social, in the orchard
of your private circulations,
like a thought I once had
but can’t remember
though I beckon with pellets
and messages of support.
Gold Spotted Rabbitfish by Melissa Studdard | Lemon Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
$20.00Price
