Talin Tahajian Ebb at 60 bpm                 for P.S. This is what we call the ebb and flow of things. Tides that don't have anywhere to go but up. There is a species of phytoplankton that burns in the dark. Imprints sky on seawater. This is not as romantic as it sounds. Someday, we should meet in the middle. Determine whether our heartbeats slow at the same rate. You whisper about 60 bpm, about how it feels to pour something caffeinated into the Atlantic, watch it soak through plankton. Wishing we were as small, as inclined to drink in light.