by Michael Pearce Issue: Fall 2015
This golden slug
that is wetter and more awake
than a fish
would like to be your heart
because on the inside 
your chest is a dream boat

but is afraid to enter
that red harbor
where friendship crosses over
to another soft self
because outside
is a blizzard of stars.

Michael Pearce's stories and poems have appeared in Epoch, The Gettysburg Review, The Yale Review, Poems & Plays, Nimrod, Conjunctions, Witness, and elsewhere. He lives in Oakland, California, and plays saxophone in the Bay Area band Highwater Blues.