Entwined with black-haired octopus ink
At the parquet eardrums
In this face with snails beneath my belly.
Handfuls of frayed, taped, cables
Fill the boxes of my nervous system,
Their kettle-leads teeming with bloodworms,
And I cast before you
Shoals of glittering, chattering, wrasse
That speak your name.
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