Noon Swim
By LK Holt
For N & T
At the river's swollen joint we dived in,
suddenly light and jointless
as our six feet mixed the warmed crust of water
with the icy below.
The frangipani I had tucked behind my ear was presumed drowned
until it resurfaced between us
as a beautiful relic.
Matchstick-sized skinks darted at our every scream as if powered by sound.
Bumblebees hovered
to drink from our hair and crown us
with their impossible flight
Very unserious Sirens, we swirled
like bloog drops in water
then floated, breasts bobbing with pelvises
roses-of-bone.
