Survival More gusts of wind through new high-rises sharp-edged. More traffic, more construction dust much overshadowing in grey & black. Newly-planted in the local streets the bottlebrush should know why it exists: nectar-feeding of insects, of butterflies & birds. East of the city blue beaches dazzle & swell. They re-emerge in a spring break out giving hope to the lone crimson flower squeezing through densely-packed leaves. Libby Sommer   When the New Boyfriend Nearly Died In the hospital’s public toilet, your face pleads back at you, white and worried. Far as you know, your new boyfriend had a heart attack…