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May/June 2015 • Vol. XXXVII No. 3 • Nature's Nature: A Gathering of Poetry |

Sea (and Other) Tails

[Bernard de Maillet, eighteenth-century French consul and
cosmologist/naturalist claimed that] billions of years ago … a
great sea had covered the earth. All life came into being in that
ocean. Some intermediate forms of sea-human species still swam
in the sea; some walked on land, living as exiles, hiding their sea
tails. He had even seen them with his own eyes.

    —Rebecca Stott, Darwin’s Ghosts

Stacy tumbled down from center stage at a Halloween
B&D fetish ball, and everyone assumed the pain
was only from the fall, but she refused
to uncoil herself from her protective-fetal shape,
she wailed in a fluttery way more genuine than anything
the on-stage spankings elicited, and she wouldn’t stop;
eventually the soberer minds concluded
whatever was wrong was deep and serious, a matter
not of bruises but of organs, and so 911 was called.
They arrived to find a 27-year-old woman
in skintight crimson latex—not feeling devilish,
although the costume was lavishly horned and tailed.

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Albert Goldbarth has been publishing collections of poetry for over four decades, two of which two have received the National Book Critics Circle Award. His latest, Selfish, was published by Graywolf Press in May 2015. He tests his patience by living in Wichita, Kansas.

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