Issue 7

Lizard by Sally Arango Renata                                                                                                                                                                                                                Lizard                                                     I  found a scale                                                            in the crook of my elbow,                                                           on the softest flesh,                                                            and another on my ankle yesterday                                                           in the shower.                                                   Soon they’ll fit like chainmail                                                    or a blossom of salty wounds                                                   crusted into a clean, dry coat.                                                            I’ll go where it’s too hot                                                            for others                                                            whose senses still coat them […]