Her Element
Angelfish or angel
twelve baskets-full
plenty
Just for me
not the rest of the crowd
my story cradled in the palm of
your hand
Time between
sermon
and visitation
The Fish
flips off the offering
plate. You
are not offering me up,
sticking my image
on the back of your pick-up.
Your tongue down my throat.
Two Fish
He went forth, saw a great multitude,
White man, baby blue eyes, turquoise robes
Healed their sick.
His disciples said, Send
the multitude away
That they may go into
the villages, and buy
Themselves
victuals.
She smells like
fish, rotten teeth, hagfish, mouth open
Dead grouper, monkfish,
carp: whiskers, scales.
Swims fish, sleek-water-wise,
in her element.
Five small barley loaves
Two fish. Bring them
hither to me.
Sit down on the grass.
He blessed and broke.
They did all eat and were filled.
Gathered the fragments.
Twelve baskets full.
Others did not
dare show their faces
Before the Lord.
She knew what to
do with the twelve baskets.
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