From "Anthropocene Anxiety Disorder" by torrin a. greathouse in @TriQuarterlyMag:
— Elizabeth Threadgill (@EJThread) July 15, 2020
"I hope that one day, every fig
hatches like an egg. Its wasp-gut
yolk molted into so many gold
-maned bees that its knuckled dark
skin opens, an illuminated window"https://t.co/Nbo2cOtw6D