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Index
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Contents
Dedication
Pa’lante
Sunshore’s Phlegm-Colored Hallways
This is the Year I’m Going to Make Sonia, Mari, and Roger my Friends Again,
This is the Year Dr. Shears Finally Decides I’m Smart.
Well, This is Awkward.
Day One Down,
“Could This be the Year you Learn to Walk with your Head High?”
On the Way Home, I Pass by Where it Happened—
The Day it Happened was Like Any Other Day, Except,
As Soon As I Get Home
Moon Ghazal
Mami Likes to Say, you Can Do Anything, Juli,
By Friday, I Can’t Focus on Anything Anymore.
Thank you to all the Brujas in the World.
This is Also the Year of a Googolplex of Hours
I’m Trying to Write a Poem About Stars, But All I Can Write About is Distance
At Ronoco Rocket Mart, We Sell Lighters Shaped Like Alligators, Manatees,
The End of My Shift is Quiet, and I Can’t Wait
Writing is the Only Thing
It’s Almost 2:00 a.m., and I Should Be Asleep,
My Tear Ducts Contract, and My Nostrils Flare
Reason to Leave Earth #2: Tornadoes.
Last Night’s Braid Hangs Limp
I’m Trying Not to be Such A Freaking Hermit Crab
Unsaid Sonnet
After Lunch, I Decide to Skip
Chip is a Stupid Name for A Grown Man
Reason to Leave Earth #4: Humans are Evil and Ugly.
Florida is not For Goths
Is This the Year I’m Forced to Become an Event Planner?
“Who is Julieta Villarreal?”
I Have her Eyes
I’m Wrapped in Recycled White Fabric:
My Eyes are Full of Ghouls, Monsters, and Ghosts—
My Legs Hang off the Jetty as Blood Runs Off my Right Ankle
Cometa Training is Set to Begin as the Fall Term Finally Winds Down,
But for Now, I’m Stuck with Martha.
Even Sunshore Looks Good Today!
“This Program Expects Excellence, and When you’re Falling Short,
We Follow Morningstar Across the Training Field
The Second Day at Training, Cometa Agents
“Where you Been, Julisaurus?”
It’s Difficult to Look At Sonia
Even When I’m Underwater, I’m Thinking of Roger,
I Can’t Grasp Gravitational Waves, But I Think Orcas Were Not Happy
Reason to Leave Earth #7: Maybe this Planet Doesn’t Want us Anymore.
Reason to Stay #2: The Old Community Carousel
It’s One Hundred and Five Degrees on Christmas Eve,
Jeanine Lives in Hilltop, A Walled Inner-City Neighborhood
People in Sweaters Cuddle Up Next to Loved Ones
If I Had to Give A Credo X Talk—
“Today’s Training is All About Focus. And I Mean Sharp
The Sky is Hungover—
Ofe, you Know How We’d Talk About Senior Year Like Things Would be Different?
Mami Taps on My Door. “¡Feliz Año, Juli!”
Whenever I was Afraid, you’d Dare Me
Is this the Year I Go to Outer Space?
There’s Nothing you Can Do to Change What you Did Yesterday.
At Lunch, My Plan is to Pick Up a Tray
“What Does it Mean to Make Yourself Vulnerable to the Beauty of the World?”
Tonight, the Solar Station is a Static Box,
Moonbird
“Move Slowly, you Two. Hearts are Easily Startled.”
Techno Can Move his Neck, But his Left Wing is Still
“C’mon, if you Hate it, You Can Go,
“If you Hate it, Leave, But What if you Love It?”
“Was your Plan to Send Me a Postcard from Space?”
Not Really, But i Run to the Only Place
Caracol is Empty, Except for Rey, Who’s Cleaning
It’s Another Sunny Day in Paradise,
Techno’s Wing is Wrapped and Splinted,
This is the Year I Become A Ranger.
After the Ceremony, we Go to Caracol for Celebratory Horchata
I Get to Class Early.
Goth Juli
Volunteer Ju—
Normcore Juli
Skater Juli
I Imagine Us
I Don’t Know What Future I Want, But I Know
Halle-Fucking-Lujah!
But I Have to Work on Valentine’s, Ofe.
Dim Solar Lanterns Light the Inlet. We Paddle Out
After Practice, Jeanine and I Head Straight to the Beach.
My Days are Full of Birds
I am in the Kitchen When it Happens—
When we Get Back to Our Apartment, Mom Pulls Apart
Florida Gets a Bad Rap. You Know, Ofe,
A Group of Children Dressed As Angels Sings Hymns
I’m not Sure what He’s Singing
The Camp on the Beach is Now More of a Shrine
School and Cometa Seem Less Important
The Rehabilitation Center is Quiet When We Walk In.
A Bird Crashing Into a Window May Not Seem Like Much
The Gymnasium is Sparsely Decorated with Papier-Mâché
Graduation is a Hot, Sticky Cinnamon Bun of a Morning,
After the Family Photos, Dinners, and Parties, We All Meet at your Grave.
Today I Leave the Planet.
The Cometa Logo,
Our Eyes Make Constellations
I Run to Caracol.
It Takes Me A Long Time to Admit it, But Mari was Right.
The Eclipse Scatters Tiny Crescent Moons
A Letter to the Reader
Acknowledgments
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