Undertow Curl cotton you might catch the faintest

you might catch the faintest reply—soft

Three fragments of a bond between equals

ache to claim

The stars keep their distance from us — except for the ones she carries in her hands

your sunglasses

Undertow Curl cotton you might catch the faintestThe basin rocks with the slow pull of the tide, wedged between two crates that still smell of wet powder. Inez braces it with her hip and dips the necklace under, thumb working along the links where salt has dried stiff and sharp. Theres blood caught between the rings, not much, just enough to cling. She scrubs it loose with the edge of her nail, glancing once toward the stern where voices still carry Anne arguing over the split, sharp as ever, the