I am starting to remember Atlantis and so are you
Most of all, the residents—who weren’t
so much tapered, with hair like underwater
parent, dichogamous (sequential
hermaphrodites), skins pearl-
rainbow or oil-rainbow depending
on light, cruising crenellated
columns, not mermaids/men, but more
chtonic, cnidarian, amphibian, though don’t mistake
this for an andro-
story, genderqueer pre-
lapsaria, we did not come
from the sea yet somehow we remember it,
you said, then wondered (wandered?)
about the webbing
between your fingers, while I
drew an ouro-
boros at your lovely, fishy feet.
Charlie Bondhus’s second poetry book, All the Heat We Could Carry, won the 2013 Main Street Rag Award and the 2014 Thom Gunn Award for Gay Poetry. His work appears in Poetry, The Missouri Review, Columbia Journal, The Bellevue Literary Review, Nimrod, Copper Nickel, and others. He is assistant professor of English at Raritan Valley Community College (NJ) and is the poetry editor at The Good Men Project (goodmenproject.com). He is trans*/genderqueer.
This issue of Chelsea Station was co-edited by
Mitch Kellaway, AJ Sass, and Noah Grabeel.