The Mussel
I like this poem because it has a lot of layers. It deals with femininity and violence mostly; of course, that is, as much as mussels and otters can….
The Mussel
By Marie Gordon
There’s nothing left here
No soft little button
No little pink body
I’m left just a clam
Once bubbly mussel
In a barnacle playground
Breathing little shell puffs
Popping the surface
Until furry claws
Saw my bubbles arise
And pried my shell open
Rip, rip, stealing me
The shiny pink bulb
Savored no more than fish
With peppered barnacle
Nails split me open
Black on pink on black
Ripped tendons don’t survive
The tears of claws that pry
My body from me
Oh to a be a fish
Or a slimy sea snake
To be more than still black
Pried open to taste
A vacant black shell
Left tasteless on the rocks
A black little hollowed
Swimming skeleton
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