Drum Heads, Kalen Keir
after My Octopus Teacher
senses
dilate open
to a dense depth
unknown. assuming a glimmer
of indigo, I dance weightless, no bones.
a light-patterned seafloor: my personal
show. the semelparous loss who lent me life, you
wouldn’t know, as I straddle my assailant to a silver-
lined shore. i’ve not enough tentacles to tally my predators.
their proportions, overshadowing my den, pervade my
paradise. the reverberation of a shark’s ravenous
charge rumbling the earth alerts me, what new faculty
will i unearth? already I morph into intoxicating
colors & change my texture at will. this curiosity jets me friskily. with
my bare agile limbs rippling behind, I perfume the coral reef in a
magnificent spell-bind to lure my new dance coach in as I hug myself in a collage
of shells. my pirouette, my strut: articulations of pride gleaned from those who brew
my magic potion—a sweet courage—in lieu of savoring my delicate meat.
palpable, pulsating
as it goes down,
I revel in the
multi-
faceted
mar
vel
that
imbues
me
About the Author
Summer Hagan · St. Edward’s University
Summer Hagan first discovered writing in an elective poetry class while majoring in psychology at St. Edward’s University. Her writings often explore meaning, especially from adversity, and a pull towards mystery. She is now earning her master’s degree in Mindfulness Based Transpersonal Counseling and continues to use writing as a practice to see the world through the eyes of the heart. This piece was first published in the Sorin Oak Review.
About the Artist
Kalen Keir · University of Minnesota
Kalen Keir is an interdisciplinary artist, musician, theatre maker, and student at The University of Minnesota. Kalen can be reached at [email protected].
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