i have never been good with faces it's a quirk of synapses the way my brain swims among people silver-scaled and refracted by water into unfathomable shapes i hold them loosely because i can't see them and i can't bear to see the hurt of someone seeing me not see them but you — i would be lying if i said i knew you from the moment that we met though it's not a lie that you caught my eye right away — swam through my silver net my crab pots my bent back my memory an eel a taniwha half myth half purposeful and very much alive in my grasp and my siren song turned yours and i sang marry me (you did) marry me (you will) marry me in the everyday and marry me in the way i always see you coming i remember your face and i beam like a lighthouse shouting home
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