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un bacalao guisado
“What in Neptune’s name is wrong with you, Benigno?”
How do you describe asthma to someone who can’t drown?
instead of starving for water . . . it’s air.”
“That sounds grave.”
it’s n-no picnic, that’s for damn sure.”
“My lungs have four chambers compared to your two, half of which breathe water.”
Thanks for the breathing lesson.”
“Thank you as well. For el guisado.”
puffed a short laugh. “You didn’t like it.” “But it ...
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“And kindness is its ...
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“I made some cod for the company yesterday.”
“The exhibits have taken a shining to you, eh?”
The way he called the company “exhibits” wasn’t e...
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Aquí voy.
a sudden, shrill noise made my hand flinch,
It was a whistle.
Was Morgan trying to train Río?
I found termites in the baseboards
Río’s hands were covering his ears.
“The ocean is my native song,” he said.
“It means the ocean’s music is my language.
The way yours is Spanish. The way the Shark’s is British.”
“Though he tries very hard to see...
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“Mr. Morgan, British? Are yo...
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“I always hear that word,...
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There is not a juvenile goat...
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“I keep meaning to ask how you know Spanish,” I said,
“Or English, for that matter.
“We excel at absorbing the utterings of land dwellers.
“When you live as long as we do, there is time enough to swim in as many seas and learn as many human tongues as you desire.”
“Río, how old are you?”
“Quite young by our standards. Quite old by yours,”
“You look my age.”
“And how old is that?”
I didn’t have an immediate answer.
Tití Luz declared my birthday the first of January,
“I’m twenty-two.”
“Then I am twenty-two as well.
“Sing another bolsillo, if you know one.”
“Bolero.” “Yes. That.”
Could you hear him sing from where you are, Mother?
The whales would welcome him to their choir, so mystical a sound does Benigno’s voice make.
“I have heard their strange music and found peace in its noise,” you once told me.
“Many humans are lost. But not all.”
My cell is haunted by a man who would destroy me by my ears—and
guarded by another who would relieve me by them.