Saltwater — O at the Edges

Saltwater What if you close your eyes and your throat relinquishes the morning’s bright fingers, freed from bruises. Suppose that particular night never happened, the way a wave crashing ashore empties itself and trickles back in separate communities, mingling yet aloof, a diminishing cortege. What is the question? Take this spoon. Fill it with […]

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