Seahorse
Isn’t it shocking how he speaks for her?
His thin voice wavering across the restaurant —
she’ll have the cod artichoke bake.
A giggle of bubbles comes from behind them:
a fish tank curtained with seagrass
where a seahorse is tying itself
to one of those slim, tweedy forms
like a hand shaping itself inside another’s
the way my hand tucks into his
like a difference pretending it’s not.