Step into the in-between with a sneak peek from ROOM 46.2: Ley Line.
by RIVER 瑩瑩 DANDELION
here, we change our name when we feel called
come together by life’s path not age
people concerned with self-remembrance death
we use pronouns of animacy & inanimacy
not masculine & feminine
like how robin does in potawatomi
we smashed all clocks
threw debris into compost machine
rediscovered eternity in rice field terraces
of our fingertips
bodies grew to redwoods.
we don’t have many words for becoming
memories etched to paper need not be drawing
reviving forgotten stories need not make writer
bud to flower, just another stage
free to be metamorphosis.
we listen to each other
how we listen to rising tides
in conch shells
cradle body gently
eyes flutter closed
at night we hug our bodies
whisper good job today
tumultuously soft like ocean
fauna of life, crackling coral of wonder
sleep comes easy.
children, geniuses from small
& safety young
we stopped hurting as much.
rage buried to soil
anger dissipated in atmosphere
after the universe scattered
& fell into gravitational force
returned in waves
just like nayyirah says how water loves
palm lines strings of guitar
vocal chords symphony
heartbeats earth’s rhythmic bellows
here, we produce our own light
store & summon it in our bodies
incandescent, like plankton.
Don’t forget to grab a copy of ROOM 46.2: Ley Line.
“Introduction” by RIVER 瑩瑩 DANDELION was first published in ROOM 46.2: Ley Line. Copyright © 2023 by RIVER 瑩瑩 DANDELION.