Vol. 7 No. 1

Summer 2024

Red Astral Uterus
Editor's Note
Albanian Folk Dance
In the Barn
Death Cleaning
How Everything And Nothing Changes
The Civilian Conservation Corps
Sunrise and Mountains
GPS
One Spoon or Two
Pando
Matching Blue
The Body of God
Annual Visit
Joshua Tree Yellow Flowers
Neighbors
Artichoke
Centaur
Epiphyte Lessons
Joshua Tree October 14 2023
Invisible Work
Loblolly Pine in August
Enthralled to the Dead
Nothing Compares
The world goes on
Why We Let the Striped Bass Go
Sunset in Joshua Tree, 2024
The Walker
shame and the way it hangs from the body like wet linen
Life Cycle
Unsafe at Any Speed
Today a River
This Man on the Street
Alder and Salmon
Induced by the Ice Moon,
Don't Look
At South Lido Park, When My Husband Has COVID
Ice Cave
Nonverbal Communication
The Making of Horses
Series: Asemic Metamorphoses of Space, (vers. 14)
What Noah's Wife Did
The Pregnancy Pillow
Sunrise, September Five
Even Though My Ulna Popped out of the Skin When I Fell off the 6th-grade Monkey Bar…
Loosdrecht schaatsen
Wood Ear
Foraging for Wine
Wisława Szymborska and the Wounded Angel
Bracken
The Forgotten Tree
If you could be any animal?
When My Mom’s Ghost Comes To Visit Me
Parent's Day
Blues
A Decade of Seasons I
Hairpin
As Highway and Bridge
The Drive Back Home from School with Mom
A Decade of Seasons III
Two Defenseless Haibun
Germination
Elevated Convection
Marigolds
Turbulence, A Zuihitsu
Harmony of Humanity: Evolving Empathy
Missing Persons Report #3
What's It Like To Be a Guinea Pig?
Desert Penumbra
Tangled Yarn: Abstract Elegance in Tufted Artistry, Where Fashion Meets Canvas IV
Keep Child Away From Window
Red Signs
By Water
The light at the end of the tunnel
Starting from Scratch
Bird Singing in the Moonlight
The mnemonic FINISH neatly summarizes the symptoms of antidepressant discontinuation syndrome
Taboo and Emotional Ambivalence
Bad Omens
This is My Impression of a Very Good Girl
Ordinary Nights
Dialogue with the innocent dragon

Matching Blue

From the boss woman’s car you all cross the hot parking lot to that shopping mall restaurant where the server asks if anyone around the table has a food allergy. 

“None,” says the boss. 

“None,” chorus the other five girls in your office marketing team.  

You have a gastro intolerance for garlic, but in this restaurant and at this table, you stay mute because nobody likes an outlier or an upstart.   

The food comes and you girls break bread, as if this is a blessed communion and as if somewhere, a clock isn’t counting down and as if this shopping mall meal isn’t about ticking an “Employee Appreciation” box. 

You push your food around the plate and sniff for garlic and nod and ‘uh-huh” your way through the chatter.  

Rhianna and Claire, the two 20-something paid interns, are just out of college. 

Two months ago, in spring, both girls’ parents had engineered their daughters’ gigs in your office. Now, it’s almost Autumn and Rhianna is talking about her upcoming move to New York City, where her mother has secured her a Manhattan apartment. Claire is headed to the west coast.  Earlier this summer, her parents flew across the country to help her find an apartment and buy her new furniture. 

Hold the breath. Push the food around that plate. This, too, shall pass.   
Yikes! Now, Rhianna is looking down the table, straight at you. The way she asks the question, you know that it’s a repeat-ask of some question that you were too checked out to hear.  

“Why did you come here, like, to America?”

Ah. Easy peasy. In three decades, the response has become a blathery jingle: I was bored back home in Ireland. Just wanted an American adventure. Ha. Ha.  

The boss chimes in. “But who did you know here—like, when you landed?” 

This is the 50-something boss lady who interrupts meetings to answer calls from Daddy because Daddy is at her house, fixing the sink or mowing her lawn. The previous winter, this boss lady asked you for ideas on workplace diversity and inclusion. You asked why this nonprofit doesn’t recognize Martin Luther King Day as a public or official holiday. “If a day like that means that much to someone like you, you can take it out of your vacation time,” she said. 

Now, in this sub-zero restaurant in this shopping mall, on this hot summer day in America, you decide to liven up the employee recognition party. 

So you tell about the airplane and how you spotted those blue swimming pools on Long Island, New York and, how, from your airplane window seat, you feared that those matching blue pools were actually nuclear spills.

You tell about the long, long immigration queues at JFK Airport.  You tell about the Greyhound bus north and how you kept looking for a garden gate or a barking dog or any sign of human or animal life on that highway. You tell about the off-highway Holiday Inn hotel where you were supposed to meet a musician friend of your brother-in-law back home.  You’d never seen a photo of this American man. So in that Holiday Inn lobby, you didn’t know who to look for. When you couldn’t find him, you checked the (borrowed) cash in your pocket and wondered how much it would cost to fly home tomorrow.    

As you tell, you pretend not to notice the WTF and OMG looks that pass between these girls breaking bread around this table. 

“Oh. My. God,” says Rhianna. You could’ve been, like, kidnapped or trafficked.”

“Yeah,” says Claire. “You really could.  I mean, this would make a great Netflix series.”  

Finally, the office lunch is over and you’re re-crossing that hot, blacktop parking lot.  In her big, shiny car, Boss Lady turns up the air conditioning to keep you all cool, cool, cool as you head back to your office. 

Some days in that office, you imagine the roof creaking open and an airplane flying overhead and the pilot or a passenger pointing down to say, “Look! Down there! All those matching chairs and matching desks and matching people in their matching blue cubes!”

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