November 26th, 2012 / 2:36 pm
Massive People

Black Crab-Demon

The ocean swirls up over the searock. It falls back, returns, and rushes over a whirlhole the shape of a galaxy. A black crab climbs up the searock sideways, like a demon listening in Aramaic.

All at once, I am not married; I have no parents; I wave my black claws and hurry over the rock. I hold fast to the bottom; no night-mother can pry me loose; I am alone inside myself; I love whatever is like me. I am glad no seabeast comes to eat me; I withdraw into the rock caverns and return; I hurry through the womb-systems at night.

Last night in my dream a man I did not know whispered in my ear that he was disappointed with me, and that I had lost his friendship…How often have I awakened with a heavy chest, and yet my life does not change.

Robert Bly


  1. buckd_dc

      watching pbs until four in the morning or something

  2. Shannon

      I really like this bit: ” I hurry through the womb-systems at night.” I find that really pleasing read out loud. This sort of behavior is probably why my coworkers look at me funny.