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Miracle Fish

I used to pretend to believe in God. Mainly, I liked so much to talk to someone in the dark. Think of how far a voice must have to travel to go beyond the universe. How powerful that voice must be to get there. Once in a small chapel in Chimayo, New Mexico, I knelt in the dirt because I thought that’s what you were supposed to do. That was before I learned to harness that upward motion inside me, before I nested my head in the blood of my body. There was a sign and it said, This earth is blessed. Do not play in it. But I swear I will play on this blessed earth until I die. I relied on a Miracle Fish, once, in New York City, to tell me my fortune. That was before I knew it was my body’s water that moved it, that the massive ocean inside me was what made the fish swim.

Ada Limón (2015)

Florentine April 11, 2020

Ada Limón is one of my favorites! I just reread this one last week and got pandemic-life chills:

girl in recession Florentine ⋅ April 11, 2020

Oh my god, thank you for sharing. That is absolutely beautiful!

Jinn April 13, 2020

It’s wonderful .

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BlueEyes418 April 16, 2020

Oh, I love her poetry! It gives me goosebumps. :)

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