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Fish Bones | Lorraine Henrie Lins

Updated: Dec 27, 2021

The dying was done; the rapid fear

of its waterless suffocation, errant hook

or whatever had killed it—gone,

the fetid rot that lured seagulls

and sand crabs to gorge themselves

content, even my grieving for things

that I cannot save in time, had passed.

I found it when the life it had taken on

was perfection; of absolute stillness

of sun-whitened bones in piano-key straights,

precise decumbent pins tediously slipped

into the length of its spine, just below

its song-opened jaw and visionless sockets,

along the narrow secession of a slender curved

fin— the fragile white porcelain of each bone flat

against the tide’s chine in negative shadows,

just as the eddy drew it, just as the sun affirmed it.

Lorraine Henrie Lins serves as the Director of New and Emerging Poets with Tekpoet and is a founding member of the “No River Twice” improvisational poetry troupe. She is the author of five books of poetry, including the forthcoming Without the Water. Lins’ work appears in a wide variety of familiar publications and collections, as well as a small graffiti poster in New Zealand. For more information, please visit:

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