Intro: Second Act
Welcome to our second issue, where the Menagerie turns its attention to small, sometimes unseen things.
Irit
I
turned.
I knew
what I was
doing.
Unveiling (Destination)
I
dreamed:
gardens
cooling, stars
Azar
You spoke of your great-grandfather falling
in love with a cabaret dancer, of how his mother
forbade the affair
Getting There
The bodies of fish inhale
memory of air in deepest water.
Heavy Metal
The sound bled from his headphones
thrash metal: he knelt in a pew, late
afternoon sun
Microneutrinos
When I was fifteen, I read a book about a mute girl who went to a bar to see a show.