Gryllidae Trill by Danielle Nation Gryllidae trill, soft blades kiss my sole. Kentucky blue soused, early morning sweat. The crown just above, brilliant yet strange. Restless wanderer reflecting nearby. I reach for her, but she is much too far. And, you are closer. But, why is she so? “Do you not wish to be loved?” I scream. A curious bird takes flight, shattering. Like crystals, echo your luminescence. Closing my eyes, my heartbeat fills my ears. “Just you,” I whisper, Windsor on my breath. My stillness, taken as an agreement, the crickets begin again with their croon. Blinking, song striking a chord, I tear. Are they in love as well, as I am in? Stars drawn, dying, brightly between planets. Will anyone mourn them when they burn out? Drifting, lids heavy, pulled in by darkness. Hours later, awoken by blinding light. The birds, chirping, sound like sirens. I wince. Head pounding, clothes soaked with morning dew. “What the hell happened? And, where is my shoe!?” Page 64
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