her eyelids in sleep
lower lid curling retractions
soft-bodied mollusks, something
boneless, tidalcaught in the shock of touch
already oceanic, aqueous
humor rises, lifting her cornea
swale shifting skineye a restless autonomy
in low-light sepia
the room so dim, breath trails
inky over ridges on her lipsdid you know squid eyes
have round lenses
see through perfect spheres
in their flat lidlessnessdid you know chromatophores
look like the pores high on her cheeks
and change color by shifting pigments
shifting reflectionsdid you know in 316 days bigfin reef squid
have lived their flesh from polyp to debris,
exhausted microscopic organs,
and she in sleep, newly temperatesighs rough with beginning