Clytie

This story is paired with Chapter VIII of Bulfinch’s Mythology. For best experience, download the LithoReader for your iPhone or iPad and get NonBinary Review for free. 


At first it seemed a boon:
to grow straight up, my face pert,
in place for his glances.

But my gaze remains unmet—
I have come to understand
his indiscriminate radiance.

Now I long for his heat
to put an end to me,
but as I crackle

and brown my seeds take root
and I must enact my schoolgirl folly
a thousand times.

Against my will I fill the prairies,
enclosed in my petal-edged grief.


NBR4LloydphotosmallChristina Lloyd holds a master’s in Hispanic Languages and Literatures from U.C. Berkeley, and a master’s in Creative Writing from Lancaster University in the U.K. In addition to several chapbooks, her work appears in various journals, among them The Crab Creek Review and The North (U.K.)