This is what I know today / by Christina Rosalie

To be a child means living wonder, without knowing wonder is a concept, an abstraction.


I was a star before I fell down into your tummy, Mommy, Bean tells me. We’re on his bed, the blue Hawaiian print sheets in a rumple, the lights dim, twilight outside.

Everyone dies, he says but we don’t stay dead. We go up to heaven and then we come back down again as a new baby.