The Kokosing River

by Hannah Port

I dare you to dunk your cinnamon head.
Spin the wheel on the side backwards
until it whirs and clicks
to that notch on the tape when we were submerged.
Look at the marjoram pebbles,
Wash out your salted ears,
and open your peppered eyes to see me better.
We were so sturdy then,
seasoning the Kokosing
so that now,
if you’re sick,
I hope you will dip a ladle in
and soothe your throat.
 

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