Through Heat by Nathan Wade

A record player etched piously in the desert. A bit too extreme of an analogy

mayhaps. It’s a box dusted in gold grain; still spins desert funk. A woman rich in

voice chants about what love can do for you. What love can save despite the drought

it brings. She wills in an oasis —the epitaph of illusions— says, what must be, will

be. A small well built in the dips of sand whales. The love dried up years ago. Still

though, the bucket weighs a gigaton in Aquamarine. Worth to flood this desert and

then some. What love can do if you choose yourself. What love can be if you stop

searching.

Nathan Wade is an aspiring multimedia poet with big dreams to perform their pieces and music on stages across the world. Their work has been published in the North Texas Review(2021).