DROVE
by Lindsey Pannor
We drove to the sea early, at dawn. It was dense with
fog. We found a tautog stranded in a pool on a tall rock. I
touched the water because I wanted to know it. I wish I’d
swam in. I stared at the fish in awe. You said I wonder if
there was a reason. Sometimes all a person needs is a
story. It was foaming on the shoreline. I said I wish I was
a fish. Later you said I feel beautiful even though the dead
run through me. I agreed. On the way home, someone
told you about a fertilizer called fish hydrolysate. We
considered feeding the mycelial growths in our memories.
I cried. You said it was brave, to be moved by feeling.