A Memory of Us BY SAFIA ELHILLO when i think of us i think of the lakewater near longtown, what might not technically constitute a lake but i prefer that word for the open mouth of its vowel, how it called us to its throat & held us there, in the sun, the high points of our faces slick with light & its arc around our shoulders, the soft gathering of flesh around our knees, the lone chair we found near the shore where we took turns posing, jutting out an eloquent hip, cackling in the bright language of flowers for whom [...]