Graphic by Clarence E. Hsu
This is not wreck enough to drown— this is little fires in the water, another day. Give me a date and a time— Give me no lord, but give me butterflies. Give me a new anthology of modern deep and I will sing the song of everything— everything I never told you, and everything I spoke into the palm of another: I will mockingbird the stars with my body— let six people in, give them night vision; This planet is too perfect to stay lonely. Look, look at hunger and look at fire and do not let it kill the mockingbird. Let her sing you home.