My sister unborn an exact replica of me; waiting to be born in a sea of callosity she grasps for my hand above the water. I say ‘so long’ and pull her back underneath… As a sister I may be second, a siren I am first and I will love her as Judas loved Jesus. For if I do not show her the physical corporeality of living life under the rising tides I’m afraid she wouldn’t be born at all. To toughen and harden like a bladesmith does his weapon, I will make her just like me but better; she will surpass me and go farther than I could have imagined making it out of the sea.

“Go young grasshopper”

I’ll tell her when she’s finally grown; but for now she remains an embryo trapped in me and my mother, the sea.