LOVE NOTES by Eli Clare

We may not survive the decade, much less century. Yet

when deluge descends this time and this time and this time, surface erupting in silver fury,

we invite each other down to the murky bottom. Fill our ears, throats, bellies with the stories we most need.

Swim among sunken trees and drowned rivers, join the loons, dive for our next meal, find love notes buried in the muck.

Thank you for every single note of love, connection, ferocity, and rebellion.