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I had never seen a cow crying big
wet tears before but the wood fairies caught
each one and a bat and a small hedge-pig
came out to comfort her. Then the tide brought
in a girl the color of kelp, a star
set in her brow, on the back of a beast.
I took the tears, walked out on a sandbar
to greet her. “Take me with you, to the east
and make me your lover, I’ll brush your hair
and sing all the songs that I know.” But she
said no, for what does a mortal child know
about the Sea Queen? “Love, do not despair,”
she said. “When you drown I’ll find your body
and then you too will know the cow’s sorrow.”
