Mrtasana

Yoga makes me feel better, but it doesn't stop the heat. I practice in the shade of the mesquites. Something feels not quite right. The swamp smells of sulfur and methane. Do odors cast shadows? Screams interrupt my practice. A man at the edge of the swamp is in flames "Drop!" I yell. "Roll in … Continue reading Mrtasana

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The Lightbringer

I find shelter in the library. It's not cool, but it's cooler. A woman laughs over a book on organic DYI recipes for mosquito spray. I'm not dying. People die from exposure. I am not dying, not at this moment. It's cooler in the library. I can't erase the sight of the woman--Martha Sally--lying at … Continue reading The Lightbringer

Wet Bulb 95

It's so hot. I water my plants twice a day. The plants aren't much--people call them "trash plants." The smell warrants the name. They produce dense black fruit that smells sulfuric but tastes surprisingly delicious--like broccoli, actually. I eat at least one a day. The fruit satisfies. I'm guessing that the high sulfur content protects … Continue reading Wet Bulb 95