Poetry story board
Updated: 2/24/2019
Poetry story board
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  • The Sea Urchin By: Marci Calabretta
  • Grandmother kept a diver's knife strapped to her thigh.
  • Daily, before the night could fray into dawn, she dived half a mile from shore, inhaling three minuets of air at a time.
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  • All morning, she pried abalone and sea urchins from slick rock. 
  • On my birthday, she brought me a ball of spines in a bucket, lifted its bit of oceans into my cupped hands. The creatures round mouth exploring the cracks of my palm, tasting the salt on my skin, recoiling.
  • Grandmother boiled garlic, soybeans, salt into broth, ladled the seaweed soup into a white bowl. She turned the urchin and broke it open, scooped out the orcher roe with a spoon, dropped it in among the kelp. 
  • I spooned mouthfuls at a time as she haversted the rest of the body's cavern, a move as practiced as mending her thick black diving skins and nets. Her fingers were steady against the spines. What I remember is not the sweetness or the slickness, but the heat rising from the broth, a mouth wide enough to swallow the needles and flesh of the sea.
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