“Last Universal Offspring (Uncommon)” by Ella Flores

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Found in Willow Springs 84

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           Hungover seagulls stumble dawn in. Who told you

you came from water? The morning people

 

attempt to slow it down, their scattered outlines:

cut-outs against cloud-haze. Who told you to listen

 

for the coos the hermit crabs collect

in their conch shells? A forgiving gesture to all

prodigal children, an apology for having

 

               thrown them out, a primordial lullaby they refuse

               to believe is their own recursive echoes

 

     to lead them back to every ocean, from here

   to Enceladus—Hush, motions the wetness,

 

tranquila, levantando los pezones de sus olas

to our lips, singing a hum we heard before lungs,

blanketing our skin, tucking hush with every surge,

 

                                    with each arm wrapping around. Who forgot to tell us

the edges of the world are soft.

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