The Lake of You Love, I can see so clearly to the bottom of you. Pearl scaled fish swim by and I imagine a feast in my bed—you pick up a bite with your thumb and forefinger, offer it to me. I can see the pennies I threw in, hoping you would be patient and kind about my anxiety, lining the soft silt bottom of you. As a child, I dug my tender feet into the lake bottom to feel the supple sediment between my toes. Then, a sharp prick of pain and I looked down to see blood feathering out into the glassy, sun infused water. This evening I will go fishing on Howard Lake. I will catch one, pull the hook from its translucent mouth, and throw it back— watch it swim away from the boat. I think about how you have released me too into the shallowness of you—how I am scared and in pain, but swim toward deeper waters.
—Submitted on 10/18/2022
Erin Lynn Marsh is the author of I May Never be Able to Stop Writing Love Poems (Jackpine Writers’ Bloc, 2022) and Disability Isn’t Sexy (Jules’ Poetry Playhouse Publications, 2019). Her poems have appeared in Post Road Magazine, Sugar House Review, Paper Darts, CRE8, and Emrys Journal, among others. She holds an MFA from Lesley University in Boston. She lives in Bemidji, Minn.
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