Jul
18
Sharkbite
He has given up the bottle at daycare and drinks cow’s milk from a cup. But at home, on weekends, he nurses during the day when he goes down for a nap and always at night.
When he latches on he looks like a shark going in for a bite of seal or surfer. As sharks strike their lidless eyes are protected by rolling back under the membranes. As the Bug goes in for his feast his lids go half-mast and his eyes are unfocused with sleep. Those are pearls that were his eyes. He struggles to surface once or twice, but I tell him a few stories and he is in the depths of sleep.
I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. We have lingered here, in chambers of the sea. By seagirls wreathed in seaweed, red and brown.
