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Gwen Head

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Gwen Head

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(and her daughter)

I hate the sea. I've always hated water 
even as a baby, even in my bath,
or so my mama says. She likes it, herself. 
She goes in the sea like a mermaid, and comes out 
a monster, rubber fins slimy with eelgrass. 
The beach boys watch her. They're supposed to watch 
me, but I don't