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I Thin scales of self dry my waters murky-lit flakes      mackled mirrors       tilt slightly only because shaken by silent throes      invisible current (to swimming’s orchestra, I’ve been deaf) latch onto nothing but fish-bone       fish-meat under      latch and tilt       cold      iridescent      like hot slaps II A native child      alone goes fishing names me yen      (“the hologram fish”) yen, sparkling, becomes his first catch      his first glory and pride Which way must yen be tilting then in the sun?      for him to unhook the gaff see yen soak, see yen drip      brazen against an impossible smaragdine sky      air       and toss it back     back to water? III Having gasped for it      maybe I should not be that easily set free I am human only like yen      craving out of maddening iridescence             but it’s a mean trick, child to lift me in that air like something       miraculous      and then toss me back A tilt in the sun must be made to last   I know a glint      some air briefly on the scales     a fish, a yen      must then go back to swim with itself      more clearly in its waters
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
Yen
I Thin scales of self dry my waters murky-lit flakes      mackled mirrors       tilt slightly only because shaken by silent throes      invisible current (to swimming’s orchestra, I’ve been deaf) latch onto nothing but fish-bone       fish-meat under      latch and tilt       cold      iridescent      like hot slaps II A native child      alone goes fishing names me yen      (“the hologram fish”) yen, sparkling, becomes his first catch      his first glory and pride Which way must yen be tilting then in the sun?      for him to unhook the gaff see yen soak, see yen drip      brazen against an impossible smaragdine sky      air       and toss it back     back to water? III Having gasped for it      maybe I should not be that easily set free I am human only like yen      craving out of maddening iridescence             but it’s a mean trick, child to lift me in that air like something       miraculous      and then toss me back A tilt in the sun must be made to last   I know a glint      some air briefly on the scales     a fish, a yen      must then go back to swim with itself      more clearly in its waters
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
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