By Karina Gomes (‘21)
He said I reminded him of weird fishes,
the song, he said.
Where eyes move oceans
Overconsumed and reckoned by waves and ripples.
Music was black before you,
Absence of color, knowing, and apprehension.
But now he feels color, in the prism that we are.
And when he said he was uncomfortably numb,
he wished I were here.
What was music to him if he couldn’t hear my heartbeat match the meter, my chest rising and falling to lyrics like rolling waves in an ocean with weird fishes.