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I lean over the boat’s stern

and pour my heart out onto the soft-domed shell
of a leatherback turtle who will carry my spongy,
raw secrets into deep waters where they can hide.

My night thefts of love, fingers scraping 
the near-empty honey pot of others, 
will remain in her silent care.

An ancient-lined luth, she keeps the unlovable half-truths
I tell myself intact even when she deep dives
for sea grass; small comfort pulled up by the roots.

When she does come up for air
she must be quick; refill her tortoise lungs—
one explosive exhale and rapid inhale—

or else the lies she bares because I cannot
might slide out of her reptilian reach.
Then who will hold them?

Karen Pierce Gonzalez
First printed in Honey Guide Literary Journal

I lean over the boat’s stern and pour my heart out onto the soft-domed shell of a leatherback turtle who will carry my spongy, raw secrets into deep waters where they can hide. My night thefts of love, fingers scraping the near-empty honey pot of others, will remain in her silent care. An ancient-lined luth, she keeps the unlovable half-truths I tell myself intact even when she deep dives for sea grass; small comfort pulled up by the roots. When she does come up for air she must be quick; refill her tortoise lungs— one explosive exhale and rapid inhale— or else the lies she bares because I cannot might slide out of her reptilian reach. Then who will hold them? Karen Pierce Gonzalez First printed in Honey Guide Literary Journal

Am so pleased that #FourFeathersPress reprinted this in their #TurtleIslandPoetry collection. #poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky

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