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40 WhAt Might bE gALAxiES At My fEEt On the night’s sidewalk after a storm, streetlights gather in puddles. it is as if cement and water could hold galaxies— the large light a sun, the smaller ones planets, each with its mythical name. On one, a boy stares into the mirror, wonders how one nostril could be bigger than the other. On the planet’s other side, a woman finds a letter, a lump, exactly what she wishes didn’t exist. Looking down at this sky, for this still second, my feet feel at home. And then the sky above me breaks, and the first small drops of other might-be galaxies blur all my worlds. ...

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