My Son in the Sea by Lisa Zerkle
My Son in the Sea Lisa Zerkle Somehow he knows he can breathe in both water and air. See how he grows piscine, dull on land, iridescent in the deep.Delicate flesh of my blood and my bone. How many bodies can this world hold?Men want to examine where exactly skin meets scale. You can’t have it both ways, choose: man or fish? Not a man, say the men. Don’t listen to them, sing the sirens, preening their feathers (being as they are part woman, part bird). What will the fish say?Neptune, I’m counting on you in your pearl and coral grotto, where distinctions are not so brightly lit, where sea…
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