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Deep Sea Diver at a Continental Shelf
Turquoise kitchen, everything seems so submarine
even though I know aquamarine is the effect
they were hunting for when shopping,
I am afraid to let the faucet just flow,
or else it might start to puncture the ocean
and let an octopus, beak first, seep right through
the comfortable hole offered by the spigot.
Looking around for a solution, salt water?
Olive oil, vinegar, and brine make their lakes
up on the shelves, waiting for some edible craft
to come sailing along so they can pour a ride,
some vintage wine sits nearby in a jug
with a great purple Budai belly that smiles at me,
but I am afraid of calling out for a corkscrew.
So I might have to die of thirst,
nothing much I can do about the arrangement
the water will drown and the other fluids
will do nothing to wet my necessary whistle,
the paint and the fixtures are fixed as well,
I was told they are stylish emanations of the mind
of some great diviner, decreed with firm credentials.
Five figures invite, five forms, five bodies,
Pose and struggle with gravity,
Curves of skin, curves of hair, curves of nails,
They look at me and I become a line
There is a purple body, a red body,
Bodies glowing orange and golden, a body
Carrying a face full of green and blue,
They look at me and I become pale and brown
Do I advance? Do I go forward into them?
Do I try to find a home, or church,
Or cathedral among these five figures?
They do not smile, they look right through me
I find a divan and lay down, ready
To accept these figures, to reach these bodies,
But also ready to listen and receive
Five pasts, five futures, one present, one me
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 MagazBen Nardolilliine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Inwood Indiana, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review and Yes Poetry.