A Recipe

hannah miller
Feb 24, 2017 · 2 min read

When the scorpion fell into the porcelain sink bowl

From somewhere above your head as you were shaving

That time in Costa Rica when we had just met

And I was boiling water on the stove in the kitchen

You shouted for me to come and see the strange sight

Of this creature never before seen by you or me

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Story telling was a part of my history. I grew up on an Island in the Atlantic where oral stories were told for entertainment.

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