Rachel Egly
On dead fish
the eyes are the first to go, honest as they are
then soft cheeks rubbed down to moonbeam bone
finally belly, stretched tight around swollen organs.
the sun completes the process, takes back
all the water the creature has borrowed from the river.
but if you look closely, you can still see scales shining like constellations
and in the background
the sound
of rushing
water
persists.
then soft cheeks rubbed down to moonbeam bone
finally belly, stretched tight around swollen organs.
the sun completes the process, takes back
all the water the creature has borrowed from the river.
but if you look closely, you can still see scales shining like constellations
and in the background
the sound
of rushing
water
persists.
Biography
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Rachel Egly (she/her/hers) is a bi poet, engineer, and ecologist in love with all things water. Her work has previously appeared in Vagabond City, The Rising Phoenix Review, and Ghost City Review, and is forthcoming in Bone & Ink Literary Magazine and Tiny Flames. She currently lives in Chicago with her partner and cat, where she catches crayfish, naps as much as possible, and spends most of her money on good food. You can find her @SPF_6 on Twitter or at rachelegly.wordpress.com.
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