Matthea Harvey

Going Off the Deep End into Confectionery

We’re the anemones guarding

the gates of infinity,


the boats squidding in the bay.

In the flooded fish market,


dead fish, live fish—who took you

to the Tuileries for a rose-


scented swim? Turn the world

& the page is pink.


Frond-fond & pond-proud,

we sugar the obstacle dark.



“Going Off the Deep End into Confectionery” is reprinted from Sad Little Breathing Machine (Graywolf, 2004).