Lash Line
Published in Outskirts Literary Journal (prose poetry)
Everything, our whole little world ensnared in a forest of thick, dark curls reaching up to the sky. I remember being taught that eyelashes stop the dust from getting in. Everything caught in the accidental act: road signs, apartment keys, shards of sky, mountains turned upside down, the thousands of tongues that got stuck to anything frozen, pants and blouses and coats and bikinis attached to people or not…