Miranda Aguilar
Shot
down
today.
Ripping out,
the bullet brings forth
line after line of eye hooked fish
thrashing madly about outside blue wrist river veins.
But it's not these fish I can't grasp,
It's this morning still
beautiful,
with you
or
not.
I
am
moving
straight, forward
perpetual man
with gears pushing and pulling till
rust settles quickly-
slow-moving,
creaky
till
stopped.
Bio
Miranda Aguilar is an aspiring writer currently living in Sydney, Australia. These are the first Fibonacci poems she's written.
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