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Lobster heirloom

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The lobster speaks

with the voice of my mother.

She’s cold, at first,

but slowly, she warms,

as I hold her

to my ear. We speak

for a while

of nothing except life.

Her tail cups my chin

and her legs hug my skull,

and true to familial form

I find myself unable

to end the call.