Author: Hannah Silverstein


Issue 8 | Summer 2022 |

    Take yellow—new flame              flickering cool              out of scrap. Or lemon: fruit implying              flower, implying branch—              fuel for a hotter fire to smoke the cloudless night              with citrus. Sour candies              in cellophane, stashed in the back of Grandma Tucker’s              silver drawer, first place              to look after the long drive— the old Volvo’s water pump …