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.