High Alert. by Allison Grayhurst

I SEE a FRUIT FLY
on the mirror –
summer is a shallow blanket
lifting into autumn.
The moon has lips
like a shimmering worm,
wet from the rain. The accelerant-fire came from a lightning blast, / after death, in-between / catching a breath. / The waters rose like a mountain / from a calming surface and engulfed my home whole... ...click here to READ MORE