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.