
This selection, chosen by Guest Curator H.V. Cramond, is from The Water Cycle by Variant Lit in 2022.
Hydrology (i)
There’s a pilot light in my heart by which I mean I am always flying
or burning, always leaving walls in search of a river. I built a room of
acorns & obsidian where I will tell you about the rabbits who lived in
a narrow stripe of honeysuckle bushes all spring & summer eating
forsythia. Burrowed in clover & standing at dusk to taste the orange
petals of tiger lily. My neighbor said spray the leaves with liquid soap
but the room disappeared at dawn. Nothing remains but green.


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