I am listening for
signs of life, listening because
I don’t trust the horizon, and so much can be held in the mouth,

I am biting down.

My body is a desert among deserts, a sea of
individual deserts
And sometimes I hold my breath
in case I’ve missed a pulse

There has got to be water.

If you’re out there. If you’re out there,
I am alive, too

Apocalypse carnival mistress, essayist, and animated story maker.

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