Poem by Danielle Weeks
The Universe as a New Aquarium
Snails smaller than a fingernail on the side of the tank, mouths pressed to the glass. Real glass, heavy and tempered. The tank is a risk, could suddenly burst and flood the hardwood floors, the corner of the living room. Would you believe I’m jealous of this snail hanging in solitude? Such a carefully planned world made clean at least once a week while the snail breathes in new water, waiting outside the world. Imagine such a thing: the universe lifting every planet, moon, and sun, wiping off their leaves and stones with a soft cloth, giving the unsure bodies a place to rest outside what they already know, air to breathe with nothing of themselves in it.
About Danielle Weeks
Danielle Weeks earned her MFA in poetry through Eastern Washington University’s creative writing program. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in 3Elements Literary Review, The Missouri Review, Pleiades, and Whale Road Review, among others.