Issue 14
This Fire Walks Under Water

Last night’s fire wakes up and walks under water, green and barely together

We tried to sop up the fire with rags

The rags just started bleeding in our hands like grapefruit halves

Everything we touched turned soft, turned to water, fled

We tried to make love in the sand in that absence but the absence was fire

In the morning, walking underwater, our bodies fled

We tried to live in a treehouse but it was walking under water

It was people in a broom, it was a passing