my fingers, crawling forward out of the hand like melty worms show me where to put them I come with the tide leaving everything behind walls of the apartment confined spaces my own space the spaces of my body inside out look at my tongue, my throat, it’s red as…

This land is powerful. We have a volcano, Etna, which ignites the heart; the sea, purifying water; the barren earth, a sign of fertility; and the wind that always blows across this island, a breeze that encourages reflection, but also disrupts thoughts. In Sicily, we have everything, but the rest…