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Jellyfish
by Margaret Gish-Miller
Like lingerie
suspended in
space inside
an aquarium
their pastels delicate,
soft as roses with thorns.
For they say jellyfish
have no heart and
sting in self—
preservation, a part
of their seductive
water dance.
I must have
had the heart
of a jellyfish
at twelve.
For that man, in his
fisherman's fascination,
caught me…kept me
as his own. And I
repeatedly stung
myself for this.
This debris
of my heart so sore
I soar into this space
and time
to gather the girl
that was you.
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