Algae
I believe in bodies
& their
algae;
green stoplight ice skaters.
Fish tank father
scoop me from the bottom.
We clean the fish tank,
but the algae grows back stronger,
eats away our fingernails &
clogs the filter.
I writhe: neon tetra
or candle.
Our mouths opening to let free bubbles
as balloons
all caught in the ceiling fan,
un-bursting.
It’s always our birthday
& we’re eating pink frosting
off faces
a sheet cake growing moss.
Sugar eyebrow eater
you call me.
You tell me that you feel
the woolly-bears always walking
up your arm
they believe in heaven more than us
their prayers are a motion
they will their own arrivals to
the final microscope lens.
An undulating body
next to me.
The scope pushes into my chest,
You look deeper.
Shatter.
I ask you
What is hair?
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Robin Gow's poetry has recently been published in POETRY, Furrow, carte blanche, FIVE:2:ONE, and Corbel Stone Press. He is a graduate student at Adelphi University pursing an MFA in Creative Writing. He runs two poetry blogs and interns for Porkbelly Press. He is an out and proud bisexual transgender man passionate about LGBT issues. He loves poetry that lilts in and out of reality, and his queerness is also the central axis of his work. He's inspired by trans and gender non-conforming poets like Eileen Myles and Alok Vaid-Menon.
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