| of water with a bed of rock barely visible from your surface. You are the only dark body of water in a desert littered with bleeding cactus. At your collarbones you carry a gulch, held up by a thread of hair. You travel days drinking only from yourself, because you are this land's only dark body of water. At the crease of horizon you find a woman in bed, her chest wet with saliva, you kick her off the bed, and take her place among its sheets. A man lies down in bed next to you. He swallows your dark body of water and gives you a woman's body, a body you've never known. As a woman he gives you sores, and through the sores you breathe, and despite the sores you give birth to a child stillborn for lack of water. You kick the child off the bed, but it returns in the arms of the woman whose bed you stole. You cry to be made again into a dark body of water. The man kicks you off the bed, covers you with dirt, and turns you desert. You cry for a bed he will never let you sleep in again. You cry for your body's bed of rock turned desert for lack of water. Copyright © 2016 Natalie Scenters-Zapico. Used with permission of the author. |
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