i imagine our Gods
write and send
letters, notes, papers, and art
out into the universe
they check their mailboxes
lined up along the stars,
cutting open messages with comet tails
they wrote and read about our souls,
their stories became our lives
we’re all carefully written, folded up,
and pocketed in the coats of the Divine
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© Brianna – Tiny Fawns Writings