fish-

I thought I could spot myself nearing the night

ready to open

my confession mouth wide

letting in everything I couldnt say

hung hung hung went the words

caught there

then I wept, no kidding

crying out in the snow because

(they, my therapist, leaning back, as I

kicked open bad dreams) kept

after me. Rape is a word,

hung hung hung there blocking

all the thick water in the air

of his office. I knew then that I would have the dream again that night

about the talking fish under the bridge

of my childhood.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

invariably rape, the most violent act of betrayal, assumes it's rightful position in the consciousness
of every victim of it. It's not an act that gets disabled with age, nor should it be. I heard a young
women describe her life after it happened as inutile and unusable. And in the magic of poetic
transubstantiation you chose to change it's shape into the speak of a vertebrate which only
shows how difficult it is to discuss it...(tremendous).

I live in a world where the dreams you have can be shared as the inexpensive merchandise
for others to look over. Nicely done..dana

[Emily B]

i have had that dream, too . . . too many times as a matter of fact

good to see you around this place