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Give me Pluto. It will be a land of ice

and fire beneath

ether shores

and a sky that's never bright

just dim, ever so soft in twilight.

Give me Pluto, and I will take the lost children,

spat-on whores, the ones that drown

in grief and cannot spell that word,

I will take them all

for my coat is wide, tugs so gently.

Give me Pluto. The last I'll be, and the first.

Unborn thing that has to be born

riddle   conundrum   wise crow

I want no hymns, no smoke, I do not even want

your love, but give me Pluto,

a home at least, a name.




Alexandra Seidel spent many a night stargazing when she was a child. These days, she writes stories and poems, something the stargazing probably helped with. Alexa’s writing has appeared in Strange Horizons, Uncanny Magazine, Fireside Magazine, and elsewhere. You can follow her on Twitter @Alexa_Seidel, like her Facebook page, and find out what she’s up to at alexandraseidel.com.
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