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by Alfredo Aguilar & the child who never stopped running grew up to become the wind. left behind their body & its boulders to blow ships across the water & spin the lone weathervane on the barn. the girl who spent days making birds from lighting & clay to feel less alone became a god. there were a thousand hands reaching to her for an answer, but never her palms. the boy whose grief was too big for his body became the ocean. everyone knew the shape of his sorrow & we all thrashed our way out of him after breaking the glass surface. the baby born with holes in their skin let the breeze weave through their body, let a hundred notes rise into the air, & grew up to be a song. the child so desperate to be near those far away reached into the sky & became smoke. the child who continued to love unbittered by this world became the sun. he rises every morning to cover the earth in light & look how he has never dimmed.  photo by Jay Styron Alfredo Aguilar is the son of Mexican immigrants. His is the author of the forthcoming chapbook RECUERDO (YesYes Books). His work has appeared in Anomaly, Winter Tangerine, Vinyl, & elsewhere. He lives in North County San Diego.
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