(cryptofauna) of blue girl
Plumb the depths of Steven Artelle's punchy, effortless verse in The Puritan's 34th issue; also read more about our annual poem contest
the deep of our apartment, remember you moved in, a drowning boy, and I understood the speech of fish the shoal of my affection travelled so hungry I reduced you to a bloodcloud and oceanbones
your lying face I remember you were so beautiful, I understood the speech of birds how the city is a forest rebuilt, and I wanted to become a descent of woodpeckers to break every tree in you at night, listening to my own ears the cud of clockwatcher blood, I understood the speech of goats the sound of you not coming home again not until the traffic and I, at daybreak grew horns