Eirene Gentle What Was It Another heatwave. Don’t go out, they warn. Bolt doors, lock windows. Slam cracked lips on all that smoke and wind. It’ll pass. They say. Maybe. Until then, cage dry teeth. Snap when pressed. Crawl in the spice rack. Boil until flesh is white and flakes easily. Before this ash-tongue, before … Continue reading E. Gentle, What was it