Kindred (Long Distance)

We sink into the cantaloupe snow, mountains 

heavy on our bellies, our eyes ice-blind. This is love— 

This is how we coat our throats, become 

like mothers. The air is made of wool. We might be 

a shoebox diorama: two figures, pools of glue, 

country blues. We could have a home 

in muskmelon, man and wife. Stay, 

skin echoes. We’ve always been la vie en rose. 

When they clear the streets, I find myself 

sticky with sugar, plucking stray pulp 

from between my toes. I’m tired of missing you. 

Danielle Zaccagnino

has an MFA from Texas State University. She was the winner of the Sonora Review’s 2016 Essay Prize, and her writing appears in journals such as Day One, Word Riot, The Pinch, and Puerto del Sol. You can find more of her work at daniellezaccagnino.com.

Contributions by Danielle Zaccagnino