She is learning to breathe underwater.
Second by swallowed second,
her sponge lungs are hardening.
Drying out inside her rib cage.
She’s already chosen the knife
to carve the anemone gills she’ll need.
One of these mornings
she’ll dip the blade in
and slash herself into
a deep-sea creature.
My poem, first published in Indiana Voice Journal
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