‘Ship’s Desk’ by Sarah Sibley

Ship’s Desk I could have been flung overboard with smoke floats, not detained at port without explanation. I imagine the bottom of the ocean, the torment of tentacles tugging on my nestled drawers while plankton swish through keyholes. On solid ground, there’s not the comforting creak of the ship’s bowels but they found me a relative’s house that likes to stretch its oak beams and … Continue reading ‘Ship’s Desk’ by Sarah Sibley