My mother was a fish
who never slept
with her eyes closed.
She wished to speak
but her teeth were sewn in
tiny rows her tongue a swallowing device
she leapt from the water to show me love
her back curved velvet scales
her eye a glinting silver disk
and everything she loved
scratched into the bones of her skull.
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