“I know I’m still alive because I love to eat. On the table’s a gift from fishermen: pink gills embroidered blood, the eyes— two mirrors snapped over with iron. This shark that I will cut and soak in lime has a mouth made for eating darkness— an architecture built without a need for dawn.”
— katherine larson, “a lime tree for san cristóbal”, from Radial Symmetry
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