three
hearts, multiple beats, tentacles made of heads and feet. by the face of its drum,
to have captured our lungs, life was once different. cephalopods, most
extraterrestrial, most dreams are forgotten. adrift like cuttlefish, ink blots
designed, arts in deeper seas—chameleons are assigned shame; octopus love,
celebrated sensuality, greater protein.
mere
meandering, nothing too serious, wondering if dying in us is beautiful. upon a
Brazilian reef, enclosed in colors, watching for sharks.
brains
located in limbs, neurons inside guts, souls surrendering to science.
without
water, most times suffocation, storing water in a cavity.
most
barren sands, filled with lifeforces, a kraken dream; gaining weight,
lovemaking once during life, desperate to find a mate; the smaller scar,
mathematic souls, face to face embrace.
