for Aya at fifteen
Damp-haired from the bath, you drape yourself
upside down across the sofa, reading,
one hand idly sunk into a bowl
of crackers, goldfish with smiles stamped on.
I think they are growing gills, swimming
up the sweet air to reach you. Small girl,
my slim miracle, they multiply.
In the black hours when I lie sleepless,
near drowning, dread-heavy, your face
is the bright lure I look for, love's hook
piercing me, hauling me cleanly up.
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Kim Addonizio's third poetry collection, Tell Me, was a National Book Award
Finalist. Her most recent collection is What Is This Thing Called Love, and her first novel Little Beauties has just been published by Simon & Schuster. Kim lives in Oakland, California, and you can find more information on her at: kimaddonizio.com.