• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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Behind the Scenes

He gave us paper -

stories, sleeping
beneath our skin.

Wait, he said.
Wait, now.

And so we did -

patient to begin.

Our tiny deaths
holding breaths so
trees could stretch
out into lungs.

One day, he said -
we will talk about this.

Of forming planets
in our mouths
so we can start to exist.