Determined by the Underside

 

by Kathleen Hellen

Shushing in the grass bed.

The key thrown back.

The spawning stock declining.

 

What solid things to cling to?

A cuttlefish right down the middle splits.

A female market squid will flash fake testes.

I might have been

 

the softer-she, the red-tipped apron. Spongy.

Legal size for cannibals.

 

Too soon to tell if I will paint my fingernails.

It might be that the wind is the direction.