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Oct 2012
I have never learned to love so much
as I have these purple fins
and whether they are
wide spread and masculine
or shriveled as they are
he is too perfect
and I may not touch him
as I would another
I feel him swim in the back of my eyes
and the back of my heart
and he snuggles his head between rocks
and recognizes my faces
and dances with adrenaline
and I have never loved
any fins more
Fishski was the fish I got from my boyfriend when we began dating. Sadly, he died.
liz
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