The Seas

by Samantha Hunt

There are two rooms used as libraries, for which my mother and grandfather keep two separate and opposing systems of organization in their heads—hers by subject, his by the way he feels about the author: Animosity, Betrayed, Curious, Delighted, etc.

He told me little is known of these waves because if you see one you most often die. These rogue waves usually come in threes. The three sisters

I told her to say, Nous sommes ouvert demain. She said, Nous sommes ouvert deux mains.