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Lady, in this heavy light
you show tender: waving your insides
outside, buffeted by the sea’s
old heave ho. Nobody calls out medusa –
but there’s a distinct resemblance
about the tentacles. The currents drag
in silver mercies. Your face flares
and ripples. Look, it was
never meant to be easy: day after day
fronting the ocean. We’ve all been
fettered and must learn: this grasping.
That letting go.
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