Re: your sadness

The end of July pins us down with heat

Like insects trapped in a glass jar

Moving more and more slowly

As the air gets harder to breathe

-Kim

-Hannah

Untitled (to Berlin)

It began as an idea
The idea became
An island

The rest of the world became a mirage
Always visible yet
Untouchable

It became taller and taller
until it could grow no more

It fell
It became the mirage
Caught between worlds

-Kim

 

-Hannah

Tropea

In Egypt
The golden, sticky summer
Hangs
Heavy-limbed
Languid
Crawling
Spider-thin

Fire breaks out
The sun
That crushing orange ember
Dips
Turning the sea into liquid mercury

The boiling point is reached
Heat rises
Mirages struggle
Caught in the old, decaying net of these hills

A pyramid in the sea
Egypt's ancient sands
Have melted into molten glass

-Kim

Two States, Hannah

Connata

First, find the fault lines
Two weak points at which natural separation happens
We'll need what's in between
Slowly, so slowly
Drive an iron wedge in
Forty-five degrees
The veins
The striations
An ocean bed now towering above
Austere, proud
We'll work from the top down

-Kim

-Fruit Offerings, Hannah