Surface Tension: Poem by Miriam Sagan

Surface Tension

you are not in the fossil record

this daily life seemed real and unreal simultaneously

houseguests left and the monsoon arrived

I lay in your arms and wished for nothing more

“I use my imagination,” the tiny girl said

hummingbird moths startled us

there are borders everywhere: sometimes it is Canada, sometimes the River Styx

I thought ice cream might improve things and I was right

I’ve spent my entire life debating silver filigree earrings

I once had gills, but don’t tell my lungs

I am not interested in the unknowable—true or false?

the answer is a question
and the question?
that’s no answer