Kristin LaTour's work has appeared in the journals Fifth Wednesday, After Hours, Pearl, and Rambunctious Review, as well as online at New Verse News and La Fovea. She has a chapbook of dramatic monologues titled Town Limits: Red Beaver Lake, Minnesota published by Pudding House Press and another, Blood, from Naked Mannequin Press.
Mabel, dear, the water is grand, foaming and frothing every morning. My wool suit is soaked, and may never dry. I taste like salt. I wish you could lick my wrist; I am well-seasoned. The sun has found its way inside me somehow. I didn’t open myself to it, as you warned, and yet, I feel its light even when I close my eyes indoors behind the shutters. I miss you. Please come so I may hold a shell to your ear and whisper to you like a small fish.