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Selkie wife watches
the storm-stolen sea,
from her window above
the kitchen table,
hand-clasped tea,
ocean memories, selkie men,
wind-altered currents,
moon-dragged tides. Shed skin,
naked dancing around
full moon’s water reflection.
Skin stolen,
sea-storm eyes locked
in the house,
half-human children cry.
Good mother, she
rocks the babe
to the beat of the tide.
Human husband,
commands his selkie bride.
Hides her seal skin,
locks the chest,
key chained to his neck.
Selkie wife, safe
from hurricanes, closes
eyes in the storm,
craving currents
so she can be swept up,
away.