17 Apr 2022

Leafing through pages of children’s books I think of your sister’s child, my brother’s child, your eventual child. They orbit around me, passing by every few months, blinking in the sky. I tell them stories, waving them closer, leaving them signs like Calvino’s and my mother’s.

Two women are reflected in a chrome bubble jutting out from a green wall in the children’s section of a museum. Their images are warped in the sphere.

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