after Bella Rotker Tonight, the sea welds to me like skin. Hair like octopus tentacles in murky broth. Like an exit, the stars blink back. I have never learned how to cook, but I have always loved watching. Scallion, squid, peeling back thick clamshell muscles. I envy my roommate who calls her grandma every Sunday […]
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