For the Leaf Sheep Sea Slug, photosynthetic hermaphrodite.
To want for nothing. There in
my mother’s ancestral waters,
you bathe in the refracted rays
of the tropical sea. Chloroplast
skin, organelles humming:
moving through months,
mono-feast of light, those who
recline in ignorance malign
you ‘queer/kleptoplast’—you who
absorb the algal cells and
parody the Other. But now in
my mother’s ancestral waters
they comb your double helix,
read that you were always
designed to metabolise
the sun.