Orpheus and Eurydice Are Having a Girls’ Night Out
Under pulsing pink
and royal blue, an ocean
of fish twist and writhe
to wring out their splendid
sorry hearts. This sea parts
at your airy word
and dancing step,
splitting and swallowing
around our bodies, the only
two bodies in the room.
My hand is in yours,
you pull me along,
it goes how it always goes.
We're almost at the bar when
you look back.