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Hermeneutic

The sea is supposed to be something

more than a saline menagerie.

I thought to be full of feeling

rather than with child was

mutable, could stay small, but now I’m

desolate, fleeting, pierced with this blunt

fissure. My babies left a narrow passage

where longing festers. And here he entered.

Brutal shunt, my heart fills

with sea water. Involuntary muscles

seize, shudder, refuse to scar.