Wolfgang Carstens

“i don’t write love poems,” i said, “and i’ve never been much of an Anglerfish.” “what does that even mean?” my wife asked. “well,” i said, “when Anglerfish mate, they melt into each other. the female absorbs her man, until his eyes, mouth, and fins disappear— and they share the same bloodstream.” “i like that,” …

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