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The Flood
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-12The Flood The fava drowned and then the tomatoes. Each rose in the lap of our blessing; after so much drought, our answer: the rain changing the earth like a chemical boom. Solid be liquid, liquid be ever. That be a dollar, said the Amish at market when we lingered over their bread, said as if willing the loaf’s transformation into our arms. So at first the rain was welcome.We thought it was our doing. Standing outside, the earth seemed to open, gathering mud in pockets like mouths.We did not see these were also like lesions, wounds that would never repair. Our seeds swam away in them. Our shoes stuck at the bone. In ditches and gullies, the grass ran like cilia, and the water was not pure. No. It was full of us, flaked with rock and wood, the leavings of our bodies, which left us, floated, were lost. ...