After the Woman Calls for the Tenth Time, Leaving No Message
Leah stakes Guy out in the breakwater,
strings fish to his fingers like streamers,
like kite tails, like balloons to mark
a party location. The sharks are invited;
the sharks are what she is after: Look, darling,
at the fins, how they cut water like Armani suits
in a WalMart crowd. Look how their teeth
cut all the bonds you used to tie me and leave you
drowning on this beach. I’ve already grown gills,
can already breathe water. Remember this:
you taught me to love the taste of flesh,
but you’re no more than an appetizer.