A new publication for this old Californian Desert.
Photo by Editor-in-Chief Rohini Walker
STILL
Naked skin across the dunes and all you can see are the snakes waiting, your eyes wide open still cannot reach that far behind the rocks.
Prickle heat crawling up your legs.
Cannot move
Will not move
The straw hats have long ago shredded your thoughts, still attached.
Lay there imagining waters so blue and shiny, to drown the crickets. But they get louder and the magic refuses to happen.
'Where to?' I hear
'Stand still... Take me where I can stand still".
