i start to hum not the melody to a song just one drawn-out note i open my eyes to the tree-trunk wall once i learned that trees grow from the inside out i pull my legs to my chest try to inhabit as little space as possible now two stages of meiosis and then four daughter cells are produced each daughter cell has half the chromosomes of the parent and i have to grab my pillow and bury my face so
HONEY YOU'RE PALE
i know
cuts from novel Hold Still by Nina LaCour