Why shouldn’t they be what they dream themselves into
I think to myself in dreams that are kind of lucid
If they wish to be fish on the last day of the world
With pomegranate lips lisping in a divine language
This is what you should wish for
magic fish
Wishing is not too late
Or perhaps there is someone drowning
Who could use another person’s ability to
Breathe underwater
Suddenly to wish if only I were coral
And to become so
Blending into the reefs
No fusillade can reach.
Or shatter.
mary angela douglas 18 october 2023
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