Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi Some conflict will arise it is more than likely, the Four Rivers agree, coming together in an unlikely possibility. Scissored and shackled, torn at the lips, poured into ceramic vessels, a pointed finger ordered them to be told: Now, call this home. Now, be some gods. Now, here’s the rules. Make yourselves Travertine. Glide your currents like electric guitars, display yourselves in piazzas like buskers. But no songbirds. The River Tiber alone flows, is not set in stone. Despite her embanked bed she strolls onward toward the sea, sleep deprived, aware of injustice to her family tree, acquiesced to accepting silver dreams with resigned indignity. Yes, some conflict will arise claiming waterways, appropriating obelisks – solidified sun, crepuscular rays not carved from a single piece. Not prismatic. Not ecstatic. Inaccurate, arrowlike, and gray. Misinterpreted, like a dagger drawn to scratch an itch. This is how wars begin – with a muscle twitch. Costumed mimes fixed in time, mute duty to amuse. Bending to thirst, to blind applause, to eyes full of honeymoon wishes, and liquid murk of history. Río de la Plata, Danube, Nile, and River Ganges. I've become marble waiting for these weeping gods to unfreeze. Erica Goodkind Erica Goodkind turns words into creatures resembling fiction, poetry, essays, satire, and more. Her non-fiction has appeared online with The Fanzine, her poetry in the University of Washington’s Capillaries Journal, her humor/satire with The Belladonna Comedy, and her short fiction in an anthology published by Sidekick Press, True Stories. Erica is currently an English Creative Writing major at the University of Washington in Seattle.
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