To Scribble Down the Bright Magenta, Begin Again in the Begot Begun

Ellen Kombiyil

or stutter like a beginner adult

swimmer, all limbs & gasp, how one might draw

the blades of a fan, extra arms whirring

in swimming-pool sky. In truth we reflect

each other all the time. Which part of me
is the Peeping Tom part of you? Bricks w/

gaps at eye level, slatted locker room window
stick-propped “for ventilation,” &

me, dripping sandbag-heavy in the arms
of my instructor. The awkwardness of

learning anything: songbirds parse phrases
before they riff & when I was young words

ghosted my tongue, a reflex effect

at the back of my throat going on & on