Secret Vespers

I want a return to childhood, I want to be like turritopsis nutricula, the jellyfish you showed me, tiny and nacreous. I want to live forever, grow mature then revert to innocence, neither die nor stagnate, be able to erase and rediscover my form, my sexual fantasies, my world.

You must know I still visit that tunnel under the aquarium, with its view from under the fish and its deep blue light. Most people come during feeding, they want the agitation, the water filled with bubbles, but I come to be alone, to see the animals swim in quiet circles. This is how we really live, always returning, always waiting. Waiting, like you and I the day we met, rigid, watching the smooth movement of fish, only a meter apart.

In your office you showed me fossils from hundreds of millions of years ago. Some of those species live now. Some of them are extinct, your favorite among them. Nature is like that, you told me, sometimes the most wondrous creatures are lost.

I tried to kiss you and you moved your mouth away. You opened your collar and said, “No, here.” You arced your neck, slid your whole back against the wall, pressed up from your toes.

You told me we all die, even the immortal medusae are vulnerable. You have no idea how often I think about that.

Category: Lovesick
Tags: animals, childhood, love, nature, science

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