Boetti’s Mapmakers
for Jenny Hart For months, we could not work. Then middlemen arrived one dry, pale morning; while I made bread, my heart unraveling, my mouth, constrained, gave no sign. New instructions: Malaysia, France. The woman assigned a chord of Russia stitched the most beautiful purples, the colour saffron blooms, before burning the work in her fire. After turning the ashes, her portion recreated was vermilion. The day always cools. Momentarily, my true work: satin and steil stitch. Before my child weeps for milk, my husband wails for supper, Hafiz whispers counsel: with a sweet string at hand, my friend, the world gravitates from demolition to form. Alicia Cole Alicia Cole is a writer and artist in Huntsville, AL. She struggles with bipolar disorder. Her work is forthcoming in Star*Line and Anima. You can find more about her at her publishing press Priestess & Hierophant, www.priestessandhierophant.com, or Facebook at www.facebook.com/Aliciacolewriter.
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