what was I doing all the way up there
why did I have to be all by myself satellites
are the loneliest creatures they know about
turning and turning but not about family,
holding hands, in the year I was a
satellite the pain was so live in me
I said no one could touch it and it
was true there was a star burning
above my shoulder, I looked through
myself, at the intolerable light, it was all
so bright and worldless
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Nora Rose Tomas (she/they) is a queer writer based in New York City. They received their MFA from Columbia University. Their writing has appeared in ANMLY, Peach Mag, Lavender Review, and Mantis, among others. You can follow them on instagram @dr_sappho.
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image: “Sleeping tree:” Andrea Damic lives in Sydney, Australia. She has been published in 50-Word Stories and Friday Flash Fiction. You can find her on Twitter @DamicAndrea. One day she hopes to finish and publish her novel. In spare time she takes photos and creates Art.
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