A review by jenvini
The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes on by Franny Choi

challenging dark emotional reflective medium-paced

5.0

You only knew him for two years! cries the mother
of the boy we lost--sweet bedraggled flourish of a boy
who was hers and hers and hers and briefly mine and then--
out--like a swath of river, over a cliff and gone, back into
whatever name the universe calls us away toward, leaving question
after question in his unending wake, his wake shrinking
into a red horizon. Two years we fell into somehow step.

From "Waste"