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NIGHT COMMUNION by Tara Skurtu

NIGHT COMMUNION We met at the revolving hotel door. You’d shaved three weeks of growth while I had three glasses of wine in the lounge—I was too early, I’d gone and come back. You’re late, you said. I touched your

Indian River at Dusk

The first and only time I caught a sheephead big enough to eat, black and white and breathing in my hands. On my way to get ice I got distracted, tossed Dad’s keys in the water.   I was a