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In Elixir Tanya Grae (bio) In the bottom of a mason jar, anyone— mermaid or sailor—can get caught in a net with starfish, sea glass,& the silver line of hooks. How a lure intoxicatesunder its crooked moon. I forget discretion,to shelter my thoughts with a smile. Transparent creaturesof the ocean wear no expression in their lulling way.If we pretend they're benign and don't sting, they don't dissolve—the fullness of Pandora's pithos pouring to saywhat we want isn't what is, but if it was we'd be immortal.Shine can blind a person in one drink & sink the darkright into their deep. How our passions maroon us.An hourglass of sugar turns to salt— a mouthful of pinion,rudder, course. We enter naked & take on form.There are no wings while we walk— folded, dormant,beating, disguised as a pulse. [End Page 52] Tanya Grae Tanya Grae teaches at Florida State University while pursuing her doctorate. Her poems have appeared in AGNI, New South, Massachusetts Review, Fjords, New Ohio Review, The Los Angeles Review, and elsewhere. She can be reached at tanyagrae@gmail.com. Copyright © 2017 Tanya Grae
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