The Maid, the Mother, the Snail, and I
Did you know that snail shells and the inner ear follow the same spiral? That is how we know the snails are listening.
Sabrina Orah Mark is the author of the poetry collections The Babies and Tsim Tsum. Mark’s awards include a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, a fellowship from the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, and a Sustainable Arts Foundation Award. Her poetry and stories most recently appear in Tin House (Open Bar), American Short Fiction, jubilat, The Bennington Review, The Believer, and in the anthology My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me: Forty New Fairy Tales. You can visit her at sabrinaorahmark.com
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