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Wind Breathing in Reverse | Miranda Sun



I found you again last night.


Stumbled over you like a body

in the woods, your eyes no longer windowed


and your limbs anything

out of a menagerie: shot dog, beached seal,


bat growing flightless, membranes

made moss. Made missing. But your jaw


still in the shape of something human.


Here, you softened like you never did

in my memories. Here, the only danger


was the light through trees, silver blade buried

between ribs. I wanted to plant an acorn


six feet below your spine, to separate

vertebrae. Crack sternum


like chestnut. Like I hadn’t done enough.





Miranda Sun is nineteen years old. An alumna of the NYS Summer Young Writers Institute and the Kenyon Review Young Writers Workshop, her work has been nationally recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and the Writers Alliance of Gainesville, as well as published in TRACK//FOUR, The Claremont Review, Sobotka, Body Without Organs, YARN, and more. She loves aquariums and bubble tea.


Twitter: @heregoesthesun

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