in a bottle or pooled

in the sink


wet eyes

drink the sight

of vast lakes and

muddy puddles

curl of an ocean wave

jaunty froth

a spill of lace

jabot at the throat of a Victorian gent

dried red creek bed

and electric green ferns

tiny glints

water winks

guarded carefully by leaves of sword

fishtank in a bar

with a shark

there’s protests

unheeded, pouring wine

into bodies

getting tanked

watching creatures swim

become one with fluid

gasp for more

return to primal states

float in ultraviolet bubbles

while lodged in our collective hippocampi are

ancient memories

of drinking air for the very first time



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