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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3912 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Maria in the Swimming Pool Marie Eyre Maria thinks she is a fish disguised as a little girl, fins tucked neatly into feet and hands, gills silent in her chest. Maria craves her neighbor’s pool, a sweet escape where Earth can’t push against her tiny frame or cleave her to its heavy breast. She crushes easily, bones and mind, into anxious pains and visions. She’s become a child of depths, stays below until her lungs ache her to the surface where she fears she might be seen and ordered from the water. Once she walked the width, her eyes stung red from staring at her dream-like feet padding along the bottom. She freewheels through her emerald space, luminous between the lights that touch her with their shimmer-whispered blessings sent along the ripples, and she knows this is her place. She heard her mother tell a friend: Maria’s a fish out of water. |
