Fall 2022 Magazine — Fluidity

Seasick words by sydney pachecoillustration by natalie song I lay dormant  enclosed by your four walls  the overhead lights hug me  as luminescence wraps me in blue  I fall into you fully clothed  I allow myself to sink into the waves  of the sheets that surround  as you manage to stay afloat  my head bobs

static pressure words by max leesillustration by max lees Behind the wheel  I weave threads of silk between transports and caravans, dodge bullets that glide under the dash into a sea of stars. You have a heavy foot like my mother You’re going too fast The underground lurches, squeals to keep up with the  churning

Pan de Fiesta words by gabriel sanches-ortega “Se dice pan de fiesta,”My father says to me.Pan de fiesta,Bread for the feast. I held the image in my hands,But never knew its taste. In the playground of the schoolThey pull me by the arms.They accuse me of things I haven’t done.They do not speak my language.