Katy Gunn

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LAKE ERIE, A POPULAR DESTINATION FOR
DIVERS, HOLDS MORE SHIPWRECKS PER
SQUARE MILE THAN ANY OTHER FRESHWATER
LOCALE.

He returned from his madness to take me vacationing. We put
away his blue maps and spoke of terrain. We’ll go west, he said,
knowing my fretting. West means for a while away from the sea.
We did travel that way, holding each other’s arms, pointing at
cityscapes and penned bison grazing. I giggled the whole way
holding my bugbear. I am always too trusting to think great
lakes.

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THE MUSEUM OF SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY
CHICAGO INVITES VIEWERS TO REFLECT
OVER A COLLECTION OF HUMAN EMBRYOS
AND FETUSES IN 24 STAGES OF DEVELOPMENT.
THE SPECIMENS WERE COLLECTED DURING
THE GREAT DEPRESSION AND DIED FROM
ACCIDENTS OR NATURAL CAUSES.

I learned so much at this museum how I might differentiate our
bodies. How mine is made to turn round as a terrarium and make
me want to eat the earth. He whispers in my ears jumbled words
about our origins for me to unscramble. Maybe The rocking of a
mother’s walk creates a tide inside the womb
? The salt and other
mineral levels there are roughly equal to those of the sea
?

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AFTER STORMS DESTROYED THE END OF THE
PORT HUENEME PIER, IT WAS REBUILT IN A
STURDIER HOURGLASS SHAPE
.

I drink all the slightly salty milk from my hotel oatmeal and my
oatmeal sticks in a perfect bowl shape even when I tilt the bowl
vertically. The flakes fuse together to make small clumps that
fuse to make the formation. Look at the beautiful dolphins, he
says. He points and tugs at my chin, but I will not lift it, my last
turf war. I am preparing for the scuba diving, I tell him, though I
mean the sinking. I am developing an interest in coral.

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