A string of oyster abortions his gift.
Hers – an overflowering bouquet of lilacs,
scented crucifixes masked
the odour of briny fingers. A choker
of memories buried in purple crosses,
necklaced embryos worn until
the season changed. The lilacs
browned amid the mound of
viscera and shucked empty shells.
She kept the necklace.
He left the lilacs.