Earthquake Weather
I wake to a swirl of politics. The air is bitter the way chocolate is bitter. I think of my childhood, where it's always October, and my father is telling me to stand in the doorway. Instead, I dive under the bed. I ask my father, Can the earth really swallow a whole city? On…
I wake to a swirl of politics. The air is bitter the way chocolate is bitter. I think of my childhood, where it's always October, and my father is telling me to stand in the doorway. Instead, I dive under the bed. I ask my father, Can the earth really swallow a whole city? On the other side of the mountains,
