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[Images ID: an original prose poem titled 'there are many ways to drown'. the poem is broken into paragraphs. poem begins:

When my selkie came to me / she made me feel free / her haunting eyes and / easy smile / her lips of salt sea / and her jaw of Highland bone / I held her face in my hands and / for a moment could hold water / felt the pull and tug of the current in her skin / she told me of her life / under the sea / how she yearned for land and its ilk / we captivated each other with / stories of other.

When my selkie came to me / she told me of schools of fish / of mermaids laughing in bubbles / but told me it was so dreary / once you’d seen the sea you’d seen it all / everything awash in cold blue / the North Sea taste in every bite you ate / unlike the sun of the land / where each hour brings a new hue / where each bite is like a thousand strings / each note playing tastebuds she never knew she had / where nature was varied / where mountains soared beyond the eye / where ground touched your feet / where birds and foxes and dogs sang / where day and night passed / where lovers were warmblooded.

When my selkie came to me / I told her of the land / that we no longer worked Highland dirt / where we were further from ourselves / than ever before / lost and grabbing at what we could / any cultural tie to what / we once were / reclaiming language stolen from our tongues / I told her of the land / that humans work an average of 13 years of their life / not accounting for overtime / that we must flock to cities of no community / relocate our lives / end relationships / in order to work / that we breathe in smoke / expelled by metal beasts that dominate the walkways / that homeless freeze in alleyways / and the housed in their tenements / under the thumb of once-invaders and those who bed with them / that the life expectancy drops every year / that we are only given an hour to visit the mortuary / before they are burned / and we are given only a week / to mourn them / before we must return to work.

When my selkie came to me / she told me the land was much more beautiful than the sea / I asked her if / she could cross into any sea she liked / no borders to hold her / and she smiled an ocean / told me that she could / and I asked her to take my skin.