My husband:
Born in captivity
Released and caught in the wild, now
The fish fat you scrape into your scalp
The fin on your plate in Sapporo.
Our child:
Parthenogenesis then Royal Caribbean
Broke off his front teeth
But he grew them back.
Myself:
Just a hammerhead who
Sometimes at night stares
Breathless at the moon’s lights
Above spears and sirens and screaming.
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