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blind spot, seaborn

Christine Novelero

fair was morning’s salty sky reflected onto the tongue / and off your  grin gleaming like shipwrecked gold, something worth diving for /  hesitation dissolves in the depths of your palms / you say  “it’s just a swim” and pull me in / we float for a while, your smile genuine / until waves  jostle a little too jarringly and we float no longer / dragged down, drowning in  love / a naval dictionary / your eyes: coral shards sparkling / your grin: shark teeth glinting /  manipulation: the sea where rosy eyes finally realize / lungs filled for so long  never learned how to breathe / yours, not mine, i mutter in the midnight zone / your home is  ocean, black bestowing no choice but blindness / morning gold swallowed whole,  pity is left as my last companion / months drift by, i’m still sinking / in the abyss, quietly  questioning if this trench was carved before me / gasps become bubbles, arm’s  reach reduced to ripples against a petrified heart / when fingertips finally graze  sandpaper skin / I refuse to be bitten, swept under again / so I grab your  teeth / neither of us expecting you’d bleed

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