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Mihaela Moscaliuc Good Friday We wake to find two trout huddling in the sink. The olive green flashing polka dots and stripes of steel pink plume and cloud father’s blue threadbare handkerchief, —jagged anemone wedged snug under the plug. Soon, they lose all interest in the forefingers my brother and I dip and wiggle, perched on stools. By noon, we assemble scales into necklaces and fingernails. Mother layers our roe jar with a fresh film of heather pink. Garlic and parslied lard melt upwards and pelt kitchen walls dressed top to bottom in magazine brides —Gone with the Wind sweeping gowns, cascades of tulle, pearl-beaded bodices, smoked crinolines perfectly flounced. We hardly talk when we have fish— the meticulous defleshing, a supplicant’s work. Mother presses her lips to father’s cheek, then smudges the deep coral with her wrist. Father cuts the coarse corn porridge, round heap, —mamaliga—with a butter-combed string, brushes Mother’s fingers in the lemon and garlic dip, parts the crisped sheath to let the succulent flesh cool. Mother kneads each morsel between her lips, enticing us with the boneless bits —For good luck, she says, which I take to mean being first to spot the ration truck, take the ninety stairs in double strides, grab my brother, and hurtle to the thickening line. 154 ◆ Crab Orchard Review

Mihaela Moscaliuc I try to read my brother’s eyes: He dreams the next truck will haul not bread, fish, or flour, but oranges— hard sweet foreign fruit brighter than our full moon. I cannot ask him if I’ve guessed: We never say our wishes aloud, never name our fish. Crab Orchard Review ◆ 155

Mihaela Moscaliuc<br />

I try to read my brother’s eyes:<br />

He dreams the next truck will haul not<br />

bread, fish, or fl<strong>our</strong>, but oranges—<br />

hard sweet foreign fruit brighter than <strong>our</strong> full moon.<br />

I cannot ask him if I’ve guessed:<br />

We never say <strong>our</strong> wishes aloud,<br />

never name <strong>our</strong> fish.<br />

<strong>Crab</strong> <strong>Orchard</strong> <strong>Review</strong> ◆ 155

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