* Vincenzo Campi: The Fishmongers (c.1580)
The sea smells of lobsters and black fish.
They come near my heart,
brush the dust with their tails.
The sky is full of bruises and I am all wet and smelly.
A barefoot red-haired girl opens her fish mouth,
nothing comes out.
No words come from the sea tonight.
We collect the pearls.
Turtles bring them between their jaws.
There is happiness among seaweed.
I embrace the muteness of stars.
Between us, we will eat the pearls or starve to death.
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