A Poem by Hanna Harris
The male angler fish,
in lieu of finding food in deep sea conditions,
will attach himself to a female & drain the nutrients from her blood.
I often wonder if this is only natural,
the feeding & the righteous fins, bioluminescent in my drain & fuck,
how we extend towards the sky flanked by vestigial traumas.
For this, the male angler fish is much smaller
than the female, and the man on my TV says
this is the greatest sacrifice in the animal kingdom.
There is so little food here, the female angler fish
have learned not to be picky, deconstructed stomachs
to mesh laundry bags, gaped in scaly gratitude
at each wandering particle, put on a mean face
& swam out into darkness
guess I'll be my own damn sun, guess I have to be,
again, enough for me & all the needy teeth planted
in my underside, all the men & their hard forms
limp against me, expectantly
guess I homemake my body,
coral reefs are the cities made of dead
but that's so far above us so we are blind
& they call me scary now