Laura Ramirez Ashbaugh

IT’S THE ORANGE HOUR. THAT TIME OF DAY
WHEN EVERYTHING LOOKS AS IF IT WERE
ABOUT TO BURN. I DON’T LIKE FIRE BECAUSE
IT’S IN MY EYES. I DON’T LIKE IT BECAUSE IT’S
IN MY CORNEA. PERHAPS UNDER MY CORNEA.
PERHAPS? HOW CAN EYES SWEAT? MY TEARS
ARE DRY. I CAN FEEL THE REFLECTION OF EV-
ERY DROP OF WATER IN THE SPACE.