The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On

by Franny Choi

They’ll say: What was it like to have so many people on Earth at once? They won’t say that, but I’ll answer anyway: It was very busy. There was always something to avoid.

Somewhere in a world that didn’t quite end, a woman like me is foraging for that which failed to kill her.

bloom, bloodless, and ready to feed.

You don’t have to believe in something for it to startle you awake.