Starfish

starfish-604234_1920By Tina Pocha

He picked up the starfish
and gave it to her.
She didn’t know it then,
but it was dead.
Still, it looked pretty
in her palm, and
she’d never seen a starfish before.
Not up close.
So she took it and wrapped it
in toilet paper
to keep the spines
from snapping off.
Every so often
she’d take it out of its case
and look at it and marvel
he loves me, he loves me not
he loves me, he loves me not.
But soon the shiny gray
dulled to brown
and the faint scent of ocean
sharpened to rot.

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