My hands glow blue in light struck from red rock. Sky-parched, I stumble, bleached by dark, bent from reading, deaf with rain. A raven’s
Every month her body prepares the scarlet garden, leaf on leaf of nesting cells to plump the shelter, rich red bed stitched with spiral-
Blood test. Doctor on the phone. The cold. Emily’s zero at the bone. That cold. The child forced to choose&emdash;which parent to become, which