The Little Universe / Meghan Bliss
dancing girl press, 2015
Meghan Bliss is a writer and editor whose creative work has been published in Rust+Moth, Southern Women's Review, A Poetry Congeries, What the Fiction, Charlotte Writers Anthology, and Mary Jane's Farm, among others. She lives in Coastal North Carolina with her husband, Patrick, and writes at TheBlissfulPoet.com.
Skip and Sink
I once knew a man who must’ve looked for missing
parts of himself in women across the whole country.
He was a frayed saddle, a weathered skin of butter-soft
leather and bold-buckled bones.
He had horse-hoof hair and eyes like river stones
I once skipped across the current while my father shoved hooks
through soft, pliable bodies of worms, and all I wanted to do
was follow follow follow and dip into that placid blue,
to inhale the heavy silk, the fishwater, the bleak milky everything.
Instead I’d only imagine that sprightly skip and sink
when my father, in his heavy-breathed whorl of whiskey and pine,
would trace is trout-mouthed fingers up my thigh,
and later, when the man with river stone eyes would lay
his heaviness into me, his fingers like those fish books,
teeth tasting like rain.