By Julia Bohm
my body there, against the wall.
Pressed up kissing.
I paint pictures on the envelopes --
and big, tall trees
that grow past paper & stamps,
make forests in mailboxes.
You want to know what happened?
There is one atmosphere of pressure on me always except
there are two atmospheres pressing down on the fish.
Some fish have lightbulbs
Some fish live between the wallpaper & me
in their own aquarium.
I say: my body looks like a big big fish tank.
Sharks swimming through my heart
& an octopus unscrewing jars full
is a sack of water.
my body is a sack full of teeth.
with gills &
arms & bone.
I’m a body made of bone.
Touch my skin I’m
I sleep eyes closed shut
mouths closed shut.
I send envelopes full of teeth.
Jagged & jagged.
I spend too much time on these sad bones --
brush & floss every night.
In the mirror I watch teeth
unhook from my gums