If the ocean had a mouth by Marie-Elizabeth Mali Id lean close, my ear to her whisper and roar, her tongue scattered with stars. Shed belt her brassy voice over the waves backbeat. No one sings better than her. Would she ever bite the inside of her cheek? Would she yell at the moon to quit tugging at her hem, or would she whistle, drop her blue dress and shimmy through space to cleave to that shimmer? What did she mean to say that morning she spit out the emaciated whale wearing a net for a corset? All this emptying on the sand. Eyeless shrimp. Oiled pelicans. Within her jaws the coral forests, glittering fish, waves like teeth, her hungry mortal brine.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 03:29:23 +0000
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