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.
Mark