Fist
June 2, 2011
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The octopus frightened me the first time
I saw it I didn’t believe
something so strange lived even in a place
I couldn’t see
it flew forcefully through the water
a human hand gesturing
with a dancer’s confidence and sometimes
the anger of a fist
I stood before the tank in the darkened room
beads of spotlight scattering
upon the water’s surface
the heavier oil of light
plunging down into that square of cold sea
Karina Borowicz’s forthcoming book, The Bees Are Waiting, was selected by Franz Wright for the 2011 Marick Press Poetry Prize. Her work has also appeared in AGNI, Poetry Northwest and The Southern Review.
Categories: Imprisonment
