Magma is hot. Sand shifts. Volcanoes release. Peacocks deceive, Ladybugs too. The scorpion is simply a scorpion. The shark is simply a shark. A star is a star but gone long before we see it. When I like to feel grounded but the ground starts to move. Magma is fertile. Whales enjoy the water. Humans are the virus here. The birds are confused, saplings too. The leaves brown only to turn green again too soon.
Gabriel Don received her MFA in creative writing at The New School, where she worked as the Reading Series and Chapbook Competition Coordinator. Her writing has appeared in publications such as The Brooklyn Rail, The Sydney Morning Herald, The Understanding Between Foxes and Light, A Minor, Westerly, Mascara Literary Review, Post-Paper, The Legendary, Transtierros (translated into Spanish), Gargoyle 62, LiveMag! 12, Lakeview International Journal of Literature and Arts, Stato Rec, The Seventh Wave and Three Rooms Press She currently teaches writing at BMCC.