Growth by Keana Águila Labra

I’m still learning to ask for what I want
I drink in the stars as though I were parched,

I still imagine myself, torn and strewn across
a frenetic sky

But I’ll learn
to undo.

He arranges the pieces
as I try to memorize the static between his finger and mine,

He holds me entirely,
and I am not without.


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