JUNE 1, 2021 – JUNE 30, 2021
Molly Boyle is an arts and culture writer for The Santa Fe Reporter, Albuquerque Journal, New Mexico magazine, and other outlets.
There is a body of water where I only exist
if everything else does too, or if a DNA bead of ancient minnows or cavers once too
looked up at these regenerative fuzzily pinging embers, spread out in this bathysphere.
Temperature is no longer temperamental but collective, based on the will of the masses in the bath-ez.
Ekphrastic is an ick phrase for floating in a neon tin can. But shut your eyes gently now plz and you too can see the salt
slurp up the legs, slurry in the ears.
It’s been years.