by Anna Belle Kaufman
When my mother died,
one of her honey cakes remained in the freezer.
I couldn’t bear to see it vanish,
so it waited, pardoned,
in its ice cave behind the metal trays
for two more years.
On my forty-first birthday
I chipped it out,
a rectangular resurrection,
hefted the dead weight in my palm.
Before it thawed,
I sawed, with serrated knife,
the thinnest of slices—
The amber squares
with their translucent panes of walnuts
tasted—even toasted—of freezer,
a raisined delicacy delivered up
from a deli in the underworld.
I yearned to recall life, not death—
the still body in her pink nightgown on the bed,
how I lay in the shallow cradle of the scattered sheets
after they took it away,
inhaling her scent one last time.
I close my eyes, savor a wafer of
sacred cake on my tongue and
try to taste my mother, to discern
the message she baked in these loaves
when she was too ill to eat them:
I love you.
It will end.
Leave something of sweetness
in the mouth of the world.
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So y’all remember how Aphrodite’s face kinda changes depending on who u find attractive? Like Percy saw that one teacher or actress he had a crush on and 𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖍 (𝖒𝖞 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓).
What would happen if she was confronted with a guy who’s gay? Like Nico, would he see a female version of Will or would she change into a man?
Help me, my family’s worried, I’ve been spending to much time on this equation
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I JUST HAD TO SAY THAT I LOVED YOUR MERMAID STORY. OMG ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD. I’ve never been able to find a good story with mermaids and with you even adding not knowing social cues is just *chef kiss* I look forward to your next chapter! 😍👏💞💞💞
I honestly just love the idea of someone from another place entirely being smart in their own way, but being a complete dumbass when it comes to the others way of life.
Y/n: I can survive the brutal ocean while maintaining secrecy and still enjoying life. But also what the actual fuck is language?
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Nico: I don’t have any emotions. I don’t form meaningful relationships with anyone apart from dead people. Happiness? I don’t know her, I only know pain. Pain is actually my middle name, after death and suffering. Everyone I’ve ever loved is dead, I don’t have anyone I truly can trust-
Will: I’m about to end this man’s whole career
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