Even a harmonica has a hull.
Lullabies bead-strung over teeth.
Pollen plays barnacles on curve of canoe.
The river speaks in parentheses.
The J in Monarch
Underwater, your chin is smiling.
Spit sent to salt. Hands temporary anchors.
I don't know this.
All I know is your kneecaps
steady against each other
Swarm of symmetry.
Your ankles, a clearing.