The Boy in the Water
Stranded like a small boat, a blue boat, he signaled for water.
He intubated himself profoundly, like a clam. He organized a revolt against
It was then that all the water in the world turned against him. He called his
mom, she called his sister. The social sciences cancelled him out.
Help, he almost said.
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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 29 | Summer 2010