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I wouldn’t know what to do with the body, gills pumping like an accordion.

I had forgotten how to breathe, and then I learned again, all at once.

It’s like his bottom half is not man but a strong horse.

Across sage flats, tundra, and bleeding hearts, she escapes.

Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?

You have your apron on under your coat. We’ve got each other.

I stop and look at the sky. Suddenly: orange, red, pink, blue, green, purple.

He never stopped reminding me that I was born in Harmony, Georgia.

A bunny the size of a teacup feasts in the clover, ears lit up in salt-pink light.

“The basis of literary friendship is mixing the poisoned bowl.”

No more laughing like the waves. No more ocean of words to drink from.

As a child I wanted to behold the elusive squid, the patience of eels.