A Siren Song for Ryan, by Mariya Deykute

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They always suspect foul play, drugs, fights
like that’s the only way for a boy
to end up in a river.

wasn’t an accident at all, whatever they said.
but there are parts I don’t think you’d understand:
how we are all made up of salt and river sand
and water, water, water, water, water

Hypothesize me this:
if a boy goes fishing at night alone
is he more likely to catch a mermaid?

there’s just the world and I in it, the sky
runs through my fingers, water never lies
but it can make a nest inside your eyes
so nothing ever, ever hurts again.

Then, if I drew him a bridge
if I drew him a note over the fog bank,
a bag packed for running away,

and all things lost are here for you to find
here time is slow, deliberate and kind,
it doesn’t rush, or hurry, doesn’t mind -
eternity is just a trick of light.

a burrowing longing
that frets and pulls and tugs and looks -
is this better?

Photography by Julie Dell
Art directing and editing by Katrin Albert
Jewelry by Kira Koktysh New York
Flower Arrangements by Katrin Albert
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