On my first time down as a certified scuba diver, I marveled over an extraordinarily large manta ray with its twenty-five-foot-wide wings until it aimed for me head on, its broad mouth open.
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On my first time down as a certified scuba diver, I marveled over an extraordinarily large manta ray with its twenty-five-foot-wide wings until it aimed for me head on, its broad mouth open.
He invited me to a fancy dress party near his house. I was his uncomfortable moll, my dress long, hot and heavy, embellished with bad taste.
The hawk coasts on warm air currents, loose, wavy orbits around an invisible center. He climbs higher—a black speck in the swell of blue sky—his appearance surely a sign to guide me, comfort me, remind me of my place.
Penelope is a rat. She lives in my daughter's room and likes to sit on my shoulder and snuffle in my ear.