“Patron Saint of Stress” Zoe Sparks
I’m the preparation for the earthquake//Kids hiding under desks and doorways pray//Hopeful this torture will end
I’m the preparation for the earthquake//Kids hiding under desks and doorways pray//Hopeful this torture will end
When the last forecast of snow turns to a chance//of rain and the ice on the pond breaks into ripples
I am stomping sparks//on the driveway for the last time//so maybe I’ll outlive my brother
Your pancakes will be dry, flat, and wholly unfulfilling if you stir the batter too much. Be careful not to disrupt the lumps…
We love each other in the 30 minute drive//to our parents’ house in the country. Driving on//the dark and angular road, headlights wash over us
Prologue//The pads of her fingers//dot the surface//of this ocean