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88 pages, Paperback
First published October 11, 2019
Maybe I should be so full of myself that I float to the moon. Should I love her more that I love myself? Or is it that the more I love myself, the more I will become able to love the world? Can I fill myself with so much love that there's no longer room for anything else inside me? So full of love, will I really float away? Or will my love for the world sink roots in to keep me here?
Why am I so concerned?
I drift into sleep, begin to dream: The world is turned inside out. Our solar system has rearranged itself. The earth sits in the orbit where Uranus was. We stole its moon. One moon chases the other as they drift across the sky. Cold air swallows us. Heavy snow. The sun is too far to feel it on our skin. A famine for wildflowers. The world is going to end.
Why is the world always funking ending?
When I wake up, he is gone. But I'm still searching for his eyes, the ones that spoke about the love he never got as a kid.