When the girl found me, I carried no traces of humanity. Unremembered, I became smooth as an egg. Seeing me should have killed her.

Though blind, she could hear my stories. As she listened, my limbs and features reappeared.

I kissed her eyelids and dissolved, tethered to Earth no more.

Becky Kjelstrom watches the night sky and ponders, what is light without dark or the known without the unknown?