Naomi Nemickas Rainwater trickles down my face, curving at the flare in my nostrils, rivers pooling in my mouth. Sitting water. I swish...

My boy holds up his hands to the sky, his face blanketed in blinking red and blue. They are here. His hands are bloodied-

My heart feels like it's been knotted up like yarn, and it is being twisted through branches and the center of it all is dangling off a tree