While Coastal Clam Diving

Poems, I believe,

are the arms of the anemone.

Emotional capture,

no escape.

A tangled mess of constriction.

My favorite poets

drown me

each time I read them.

Umbilical coral reefs of shivering seaweed.

I look forward

to holding my breath

as I dive deeper

into

the underwater

cold current carousel

of your limerick existence.