you never cleaned the baseboards and neither did i
our hands too busy cutting up lemons and basil.
my torn cuticles stung bad enough
to put my little finger in my mouth
and take one sip of bright acid before
we bore our offerings down the back steps
into the cool enchantment
of firefly shine and cricket song
one bowl for the fair folk
one bowl for the worms
A.Z. Louise (They/Them)is a civil engineer-turned-writer of speculative things, whose conure keeps them company during the writing process. When not reading or writing, they can be found baking, knitting, or putting on makeup with nowhere to go. Their work has been published in Strange Horizons, Fiyah, and The Future Fire.