Your Ursula stares despondent by the jars
filled with ocean creatures past I imagine
them pulsating fast as lovers’ hearts
in their preserving liquid. Slowing with
the chemicals a final fidget before dark.
Audrey, how do you capture?
Hair fluid as water, those eyes that sulk
somewhere off canvas, ears that have
heard the disappointment
that could have been my own.
First published in Tide , no. 7, 2010.