Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Talin Tahajian: MUSSEL

Too many times, I have watched
flesh turn. Familiar things:

a daughter cracking mussels
against the pier, mollusks alive

and smacking. Yellow meat
crushed against bedrock.

A shade of white so slight, it is what
I imagine it's like to be open, inviting.

Someday, there will be no
such thing as boneless. At night

even salt glows with the light
of a body underwater.

This poem appeared in Devil's Lake which is published twice annually at the University of Wisconsin-Madison

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