‘The lemon shark / who returns to the same mangrove-lined shallows / every year to give birth.’
Like the lemon shark
who returns to the same mangrove-lined shallows
every year to give birth like the lemon shark
whose fin is cut off
for soup were I to return
like the lemon shark
the poachers would know where to find me
my fin my nursery
Photograph by Rafał Próchniak
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