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Mama Mada
The Fathoms by Sarah Fle tch e r
When I am caught
within the eels of it,
I remember more is known
about the moon than
the deepest parts of the ocean.
This helps me make sense of it.
One thousand fathoms down,
brine scales everything.
Salt scars hearts across the rocks.
A date of birth.
The other animals are mainly teeth.
Black eyes like space. More teeth.
Perpetually open mouths:
they must be women then;
they must be like me.
All fangs among the worms.
And imagine the pressure:
fathoms down across
the deepest planes, the trenches.
A darkness spreading
like pandemic
the deeper one goes down.
I think how whales fall slowly when they die,
taking many years to hit the bottom,
how by the time they reach, they
bear entire ecosystems in their skeletons:
bristleworms, hagfish, isopods.
Then I remember, to make sense of it:
this is a form of love
which takes on many shapes and helps you grow.
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