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photo by Kathleen Martin

 

Blue Bonsai

At Blue Bonsai, say your perineum itches and my lemon tea bursts in your nose, splattering your cheek and our belly aches with laughter from the first time when spiced prawns sweetened in coconut milk shifted from my destiny to yours to ours and we believed in the hereafter and the inconvenience of children and riding the ocean together till together drowned us and we apologized for mistakes we never made and promises we never broke and a life we never lived because everyone everywhere I met followed me into our world, whispering the same warning about looking for sharks.

by M. S.