
This selection, chosen by Managing Editor Krista Cox, is from She by Theadora Siranian, released by Seven Kitchens Press in 2021.
Albedo
She was imminent, she was a blown-glass battleship, she pulled the space of the room in through her fingertips, pushing back magic, cataclysms, destruction—she spoke of the chosen and the called-upon she told lies and the hope seared a white hole in my skin even from the beginning I smelled the possibilities burning away, heavy as low tide, birds circling in the heat, spotting the light: dark, hungry hammers to my anvil—everything was acrid like after a fire, an explosion of nuclear breath, a snowstorm of heat: in the morning the summertime every day season moment she brought the fire to her lips and she consumed the sun and all of its light— she radiated was split open in rays and it burned a hole in me, every moment was a hole in my body—holy, holy body: she, the spirit, and the ghost again and again the heat an eternity, my navigator, my first lost keeper— indescribable: the sensation of flame you suck in your lungs for a loved one, beautiful little blond girl turned dark lovely, to be feared always

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