THE JELLYFISH
Susan Kinsolving
Susan Kinsolving
Moving its translucent mass through the watery
shadow of the dock and then, under the dock (some
thing so real which now is not) the jellyfish
swam in its slow float while we (I and my daughter,
then just three) ran back and forth predicting that limp
pink gleam and each embodiment it was to seem.
"A jello umbrella!" she began and turned
to me expectantly. Censoring, an after
birth, broken veins, and Medusa's myth, the monstrous …
shadow of the dock and then, under the dock (some
thing so real which now is not) the jellyfish
swam in its slow float while we (I and my daughter,
then just three) ran back and forth predicting that limp
pink gleam and each embodiment it was to seem.
"A jello umbrella!" she began and turned
to me expectantly. Censoring, an after
birth, broken veins, and Medusa's myth, the monstrous …
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