A sixteen-foot blowfish stuck her spiny yellow claws into my arm
Then planted her fuschia balloon lips on my chest
The shiny seven-foot dolphin offered a smoke.
Through gray-green dune grass and sprays of cold salt
I had plunged, faithless, into the sea.
Called down,
Away from the anesthesia of oxygen,
To breathe through water and call it home.
My virgin voyage to Poesy
Where nobody has a mother.
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