‘A Sea Anemone Moment’ by SheLa Nefertiti Morrison

At my muddy feet

dormant sea anemone

look like unused

condoms, still coiled

or khaki-green

sphincters, that

await the sea’s



When touched,

they pucker

and squirt

to execrate

their version

of salty ire

from their


magenta centers

at my finger,

which is not

potential prey


then go back

to what we call


until the tide slides in

and invites

Hexacorallia tentacles

to open


so they can catch

more than a



of vexation from a

land-bound giantess


me, speck on the horizon.

First published in Canada’s Journal of The Fantastic – Winter 2009