Motion sickness

COHORT 2

I wish you could teach my

heart how to be quiet. 

Two years ago, we were

wonderful and dead, buried

beneath the rubble 

of our city. It is so hard to

breathe these days. This is the

Anthropocene 

and here is our

kitchenette and that

dark hallway 

leads into the next Ice

Age. Nobody sleeps 

in our daughter’s

room, so you don’t

need to worry 

about the mess. I hope

you wait up for us. We’ll press flowers and boil

jam, 

a sweet, seedy solace

from this cold threat of

war, 

grip this rugburn moment with arthritic

hands, wake to springtime before 

our perpetual summer begins

burning.

Writing: Maria Gray

Music: Milou de Meij

Art: Beljita Gurung