by Jake Jerome
The travel brochure said these are the clearest waters in the world, and God, it’s true. I can see everything. The coral reefs. The fish whose species I’ll never know. The hermit crab taking residence inside of my hollowed out foot.
I didn’t lose much blood when Mr. Hermit came along and picked away the flesh piecemeal. These rocks I slipped on have a vice grip on my ankle. Snapped the fibula and closed the arteries.
Every movement under the metatarsal cage looks like a fluttering heart.
He’s got the best shell in town.
And I have the worst view.
Jake Jerome lives in Philadelphia, PA with his wife and two cats, Herman & Princess Penelope, who are his editors. Although, he’s beginning to suspect their incessant meowing isn’t actually constructive criticism.