It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
Every time my brother calls stoned
he tells me he doesn’t believe
in God. I know, I say. What else is there?
I list all the things I know for sure,
like a kind of centipede that can see
an entire spectrum of purple
we could never imagine. Or, an oak tree
older than things like math or music.
I keep going, though I know he is not listening.
Some frogs bark, the sound louder
than a pack of dogs. You can hear them
best each May. Brother, don’t you remember
spring always comes late?
Kristen Zory King is a writer, teaching artist, and yoga instructor based in Washington, DC. Recent work can be found in Electric Lit, The Citron Review, Mason Jar Press’s The Jarnal: Volume Two, Stanchion, and mac(ro)mic, among others. She is currently at work on a collection of flash fiction stories, among other projects. Learn more at kristenzoryking.com.
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