Written by Callan Latham
Art by Daria Shevtsova

I wish I could tell you more,
but my head has been haunted lately.
I’d like you to see my eyes as I see them,
hollow on the inside and always turning.
The flowerpots on my windowsill stare back
at me as if they expect me to say something
interesting. I want to live near a river and
let the bees sit on my balcony as they search
for something to find, too loud in the morning
but just right. I want to make you a cup of tea.
You’ve never had peppermint before now.
When I think of what is to come, my mouth
forms the word future. It spits back at me
and I am hopeful.