THE FISH THAT FELL IN LOVE WITH A WAVE
yr oceans didn’t enter you
you didn’t swallow yr oceans
or fall asleep in the rain
no one added water to create the broth
you serve anyone with a thin hunger
the salt you taste is your salt
and they’re not going to leave you
you can hear yr ocean
we can hear it
but only you can feel it
the waves of them
those fathoms may seem phantom
they must be phantoms
No. Full oceans. No facsimile.
Michael O’Shaughnessy co-edited a literary zine in the ’90s called Report to Hell. From 2007-2010, he and his wife wrote a gonzo cooking column called “In the Sellwood Kitchen” for a neighborhood newspaper in Portland, Oregon. He runs a semi-fictional net label called Sleeping Brothers Records, releasing lo- to mid-fi albums recorded over the last 30 years by a small circle of friends. He lives with his wife in Southern California. You can find him on Twitter at @mroshaugh.