Harím

I saw a captioned photo
of a beach somewhere in Italy
that’s off-limits to men,
where women can swim & sunbathe
free from cat-calls & ogling.
That night I dreamt about
an endangered sea turtle
fresh from burying her eggs
who rose up from the sand
in the shape of a woman
& I thought, So that’s what they do
when we’re not around.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave's writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the "share alike" provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

13 Comments


  1. So that’s what they do
    when we’re not around.

    Yes, it is.

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  2. so sacred the way you write about this…thanks for the lovely images.

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  3. I love the connection between dream and reality, sea turtle and woman ~ and your take on all of it. Lovely.

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  4. Hi, all – thanks for the comments. I really appreciate it.

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