Everyone Thinks I'm Ancient But I'm Only SevenJanaka Stucky
In the hundred years it takes to cross the ocean between us, I read every book in my body. I said goodbye tonight, to Antarctica, as the lightning picked up. All my maps are useless and invisible. Every now and then a tentacle reaches up from the darkness and points to the places you are not. In my dreams I remember everything about you, but when I awake there is only your hair in my fists and the journey ahead. I imagine when my small boat finally arrives, the angel in your place will say that I am too late—you are long gone. And when I tell him it’s been a hundred years he will laugh and say it’s only been seven days and his mouth will grow wide and he will swallow me whole.
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