Jellyfish from Issue 78
Red jellies—
red genitals dangling like jewels—
how many lovers have you known?
I heard you snared Neptune
in his bold youth.
Your tentacles strafe the dark current,
poison your paramours
as you whisper their bright names.
The sea’s a lonely place.
Where you troll, it shines red;
love comes at a price.
Those petticoats pulsing with neon lights—
is there a trick you haven’t mastered?
Passion swims blind up your pretty skirts.
