Flood<\/b>
\nby Kim Addonizio<\/i><\/p>\n
How images enter you, the shutter of the body
\nclicking when you’re not even looking:
\nsmooth chill of satin sheets, piano keys, a pastry’s glazy crust
\nfloating up, suddenly, so the hairs along your arm
\nlift in that current of memory, and your tongue tastes
\nthe sweet salt of a lover as he surges
\nagainst you, plunges towards the place you can’t
\ndive into but which is deepening each moment
\nyou are alive, the black pupil widening,
\nthe man going down and in, the food and
\nchampagne and music and light, there is no bottom to this,
\nsilt and murk of losses that won’t ever settle,
\nand the huge unsleeping fish, voracious for pleasure,
\nand the soundless fathoms where nothing
\nyet exists, this minute, the next, the last
\nbreath let out and not returning, oh hold
\non to me as the waters rise, don’t be afraid,
\nwe are going to join the others, we are going
\nto remember and tell them everything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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