you were too small
looked like the world
might swallow you up
I am so glad
it didn’t
we’re all born aliens, all born with gills
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rocks (for Stella)
we share this thing about rocks
this and an odd inflexibility
about certain things
rocks, you know, are impermeable
enough in water, slow to wear or break
making them time keepers across millenia
that odd inflexibility, we share
we and the rocks, our lines and cracks
and dimples, some that only shine
when splashed with water
means, though, we are not
entirely immune