This selection, chosen by Guest Curator Solstice Black, is from Through a Red Place by Rebecca Pelky, released by Perugia Press in 2021.
Offering
I could bury my head here, in the sand, salt it, jar it, spend days drowning and breathing. I could pluck each finger and let it flutter to the tide. I love me. I love me not. I could build a fortress, moat the bounding main, replace my eyes with sea glass and tint my life vermillion. I could trade my tongue for leaves of leathered kelp and learn to speak in seaweed and brine.
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