That first day, when the water was clear
\nand the line sank to the sandy bottom,
\nit was your hook that pierced the fish\u2019s mouth,
\nyour hand that pulled him panting to the deck.<\/p>\n
How could I know what I wanted?\u00a0 I was young
\nand already you turned from me in the night,
\npreferred the cliff at the edge of the mattress
\nto my arms, the lumpy straw to my own<\/p>\n
dark caves.\u00a0 All that hunger settled in my belly,
\nso when you came home empty-handed,
\nwith that tale of a princely talking fish, you
\nfrightened me.\u00a0 I saw only sorrow<\/p>\n
in the lines of my hands, only old stains
\non my marriage bed.\u00a0 You should have heard
\nthe longing in my eyes instead of the words
\nthat fell like stones from my lips.<\/p>\n
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