by Junpei Tarashi | May 22, 2023 | 2023 May, Poetry
My son has a mouth like the Red Sea, parting in two perfect halves, the gums sprays of spit over them. Oooh ooh ooh, he cries, teething. A small nub on the lower left, white, arching, a whale. I had wondered as a child about the marine life when God commanded Moses to...
