And when I looked up,the sky had also turned black,and I had aged ahundred more feet down the road.The owl was on thenext tree with mirrors as eyes,in case I wantedto see my future. When Ilooked, I lost another year.
The Shortest Night
Victoria Chang
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Victoria Chang’s poetry books include OBIT, Barbie Chang, The Boss, Salvinia Molesta, and Circle. Her children’s books include Is Mommy?, illustrated by Marla Frazee, and Love, Love, a middle grade novel. She lives in Los Angeles and serves as the program chair of Antioch’s low-residency MFA program.
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