• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 04
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I am the last tree, standing,
my roots upended.
I cannot distinguish between
the earth and the sky.
Is it the collapse of firmament
or loss of gravity?
Is this what you always talked about?
You, breathing with your snorkel mask,
taking air out of my lungs.
Are you also the last human floating
in this mess, you made?
Are we so entwined now
only having each other to hug
and talk to,
and keep this oxygen
and keep this life
and keep this planet
as long as it lasts.