On Seasickness

A churning within gill and fin so low with my tongue, she's tasted the aqua bowl the dancing inside no place ever goes — How the brig's see through from stem cells under; what little chains us to this freshwater — Like into a swim too far for the pier, This bubble apart — two sea faces' tears. --------- Now and then I see you by tank's bulb glow, then fog up in eyes where my stones are laid — this lonely space we swim so much we know our lifetimes, aquarium did us splay — Never passing to you from coming waves from this place of fake sea; an odd hourglass for very most, us both — ...behind plaid glass.