Monday
April 8, 2024
#parched
The grass parched yellow, and the withered berries closed their little eyes and fell to the ground. The fish went away, or came back inexplicably on a plate. Our lives turned rocket-ship hot, and the Red Sea boiled whether by blood or water.
I suck on a stone.
“The fish went away, or came back inexplicably on a plate.” I like that line. Evokes lots happening in the background. Both the drying up of lakes and seas and also people trying to make sense of it, capitalize from it, get food somehow where it can be found, are restaurants still a thing? Also, climate change and hottest year in recorded history.