The Last Woman on Earth
The swimming cures her insomnia. She blurs, her bones speaking the language of water. She imagines a gold fin, an anemone mouth, lips seaweed stitched, barnacles growing along her lungs. This is what women look like when wet. She is clam-rich and heavy, lost cities buried inside her. The water uncurls its jaw until her hands are ships. Her hair a shredded sail. Watch her legs waver, the water of her dance. Is it enough?
Mary Stone is the author of the poetry collections One Last Cigarette and Mythology of Touch and four chapbooks, including The Dopamine Letters and Aching Buttons (co-written with Katie Longofono). Her poetry and prose has appeared in or is forthcoming in Word Riot, Decomp, Tinderbox, Gargoyle, Cider Press Review, and other journals. Currently, she lives in St. Joseph, MO, where she teaches English at Missouri Western State University and runs the First Thursday Open Mic reading series.