uprising

we were swimming then
already in the dead

sea this year
when i noticed

salt welling a thousand
invisible cuts

in the body: angry
flowers, resisting

against ceilings
of skin – a mourning

can also mean to
rise, turn the egg

belly up, reveal
its swollen sun

struggling to breathe
under fire.

Photograph by Nydia Blas, “Untitled” from Fire.