THE WHALE
MOLLIE CUEVA-DABKOSKI
parts the waters with her barnacled-body, singing to her children in the dark malleable sea, rising against the frantic wave, greeting the land she has never known, and taking in the familiar air. Underneath the water, the sun hits her skin, warped by the blue and the krill dance in an orange fervor drawn to her smooth suck. The whale calls to her children and the ocean listens.
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