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When Pete drove infinity’s car into the water,

all points converged. A startled matrix grew

from his dead body.

Stephanie became night smoke.

On a paper note she passed from tree to ash,

burning in a rush.

Sarah twisted in bed with nothing,

her lungs cracking jokes

as she dreamt and dreamt the coming dissolution.

Everything must die. Kelly knew.

She broke herself against a wall.

I begged, “But we must keep weaving one another”

Carolyn Zaikowski