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“I faded out. I was for a moment my father tapping on his cigarette, the way he holds it, crushing it flat. I was my mother at the sink, staring into the desert from the kitchen window, dishes in hand. I was in all the beds I'd ever slept in. Me sinking into the sheets, letting my thoughts fall down. I was running alongside the ocean, Laura splashing me with water. I was dancing to a melody I did not recognize, spinning wild and lovely into exalted leaps. I was no one again. I was someone with no name, no past. My face resumed the freshness of birth, the brightness was again in my eyes, the brightness only children own before life begins its wreckage.”
― Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora

“Ms. Buck, I feel like a corpse this morning. What do you advise?"
Belva raised an eyebrow. "You might try putting down the bottle one of these nights."
Lee was ready for this. "That might help long term, but I'm looking for something more immediate. As in, right now."
Belva sighed. "I'm not sure you deserve it, but I don't like seeing you in pain." She dipped into the cooler and pulled out a vial of a bright green liquid. Lee had only been joking, but she was drawn to the vial now, her mouth watering. She took it from Belva, uncapped it, and shot it back. The taste was of plants picked too young--- sweet, raw, and nearly fizzing with life.
She waited for something to happen.
Nothing.
Belva watched her intently, and Lee wondered at her curiosity. She'd probably given this hangover remedy thousands of times.
And then Lee felt it. The smell of wet dust and the hum of the fluorescents and the staleness inside of her receded. In its place, the smell of dewy grass and the silent spill of sunshine and the feeling of a new day beginning spread through her.
Like a phoenix, she was resurrected.”
― Alli Dyer, Strange Folk