Across the water
The ribbon of red silk
you pull from your wrists
becomes the wide river between me
and the groves of blood oranges
in the sultry land of the dead
Francesca Forrest has lived near the coast of Dorset, England, and by a bamboo grove in Japan, but has spent the last ten years within walking distance of the Quabbin Reservoir, in Massachusetts. Her short stories and poems hide out in various corners of the Internet.