She’s all invective, hesitation.
Hooked to her aphasia
like an incomplete albacore.
The way her pale marbled skin
invited the gaff and then rejected
it’s piercing draw toward ice.
 
There is no recovery from this.
There will be only the deep
into which, the sharkbit
living corpse is tossed
nonchalant and remebered
then to swim limping away.
 
Only acceptance now
a lifting into new selfsame 
wholeness. Her, no longer
shining star of the sea.
Pieced together in this new
recognizable school, still 
 
she writes her name in blue 
light shafts splitting into greens.
Way down there in her eyes
there is the spark like glint 
of a new coin from the bottom 
of an abandoned brackish well.