4 • CENTRAL REVIEW • SPRING 2020
L’ appel du vide by Jeniya Dabish Can you see it? Us, standing among the corn pasture, wadding our heads to the sound of the wind and the taste of rain. Swollen, our bodies fully enlightened between that of the burning blue sky and the sickening soil flattening beneath our feet. It is here, among the corn, that we meet, Away, and lay against its grass and its hay, Looking to one another as if the satanic Never changing pixelated curtain of our lives Has been lifted, and we can finally see each other for who we are, what we are made of, And who we once were. It is here, among the corn, between the shuddering stalks and pierced, bleeding fingertips
