Two Arms
Avery Browne
→BFA GD 2025
Photographs by the author’s mother.
i swim with the same two arms
who glitter with wet patterns
(venal atrophy in waning sunlight,
cavernous swishing)
by god, my body lightens underwater,
shrinking, surrounded by
muffled, mottled atmosphere
swirling sensations
equal parts cool wind and cast-mold
about me, from fingernail
to heel, his wonders
in the lightless deep
hissing by bath-light,
tongue sticking to mouth, taking
body for body beholding, warm
undersea pulsing
the convulsing frozen pose
dead. these mosquitoes!
all pulverized into their uniform
ground, they exploded
full-bleeding, seed-bodied
fairies there, tending
to their dirt (they’re dirt)
Avery Browne wants to see some boobs.