Ritual

by Miriam Akervall

Seal stretched and
baking like river rocks
we
took to the day like
drinking
the wise fruits of
our elders,
stone bramble, black
currant, goose
berry,
little white flowers
spread across
your tongue,
sweat of their
backs
running down

your

chin.

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