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They threw Pushing Upward—

the pearl on a gold thread dangling at her throat—

a rice bowl with a splashed white slip—

biting the back of her neck—

as a galaxy acts as a gravitational lens and bends light—

stirring matcha to a froth with a bamboo whisk—

brushing her hair across his body—

noticing a crack

has been repaired with gold lacquer—

Comet Hyakutake’s tail flaring upward in the April sky—

orange and pink entwined bougainvilleas blooming in a pot—

“Oh god, oh my god,” she whispered and began to glow—

yellow tulips opening into daylight—

staring at a black dot on the brown iris of her right eye—

water flows to what is wet.