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My memoir opens with me on the bottom of the ocean because that’s what grief feels like — you’re underwater. Everything comes at you slow as slow, as it does in water. People’s words are garbled. Your senses are off.
Nestled on the bottom of the ocean. Lightless. Black past zero — the blackest black. Me in a half lotus. Half because my lunar baby belly disappeared my lap and shrank my legs. Half lotus me with fisheyes that stared sideways. Fish gills I was sure would fail if I dared to swim to the surface. A hole in my heart where love leaked into the sea.
