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Fish Out of Water

I'm not quite sure where these are coming from, but I'll look harder at them later.  This one's short enough to avoid the cut.

Fish Out of Water

She answers in atonal terseness,
Turns her face to the window,
And without moving moves beyond the glass.
I'm left drowning in empty air,
Mouth opening and shutting fruitlessly,
Caught on the barbed hook of a barely curved lip.