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1 " On Sunday, a lambent crevice opened up in the street outside my house,By Tuesday birds were flying into it."I probably won't miss you," my mother said,"I'm only interested in the end of the world," I replied. Many find it difficult to breathwithout the atmospherebut we knew how. We just stopped breathing.We're at the Moonlite All-Nite Dinner and they're serving up fruit from the plants growing out of the waitress.The CLOSED sign whispers, "Please, don't touch me."We watch bodies fall to the ground outside like deep-sea creatures surfacing.You turn to me and ask, "Do you ever think about suicide?"I look away from you and close my eyes,eat the raspberries to confuse the blood in my mouth.Now you're in the only car in the parking lot at midnight and you're watching me throw stones at the moon,which hangs low in the sky so he can look into your house.Your sister tried to touch him from her bedroom window once, and he flinched; now he and the oceans watch her with a quiet concern.The lilac sky is trying to rest her head on his shoulder, all trees gradually growing through her.A hummingbird whispers to you, "Be careful, under her dress is her skin," and then builds his nest in the middle of the highway,I look back at you, and you close your eyes. "
― Katherine Ciel
