Laurel Rose Milburn

from Histogram of Arrivals

We were on the open Atlantic, no beach in sight. A faded purple tube
beneath our knees, the quake of the waves rocky with the wind.
My life vest was around my ears, almost off my head, when the boat
turned and we hit our own wild trail and fell off – dark depth
of the water beneath me. Dad, I asked, what do we do now?

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 93
Rhinochimaera

 

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