I am steady at its thick edge like an olympic diver.
As I bow into the water I think of a poem I read in school
about the pool like a womb. I do not think it is.
I am silver through its fly-dotted facetry like a cutlassfish.
I am steady in the smallness and mess of my life.
As I bow into the water I think of a poem I read in school
about the pool like a womb. I do not think it is.
I am silver through its fly-dotted facetry like a cutlassfish.
I am steady in the smallness and mess of my life.
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Mirjam Frosth is a Swedish-American poet, artist, and litter collector. Her poetry has been published by the likes of Harvard Review, B O D Y, and Ghost City Press. Her M.A. research at Stockholm University explored Frank O’Hara’s poetry, investigating the influences of post-WWII food technology and art on his practice. She is currently based in Stockholm, Sweden, where she can be found walking her dog and scanning the ground for old receipts.
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