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Apnea

︎︎︎ Lana Valdez
︎ Oct 15, 2025
One day, you will find a museum of us, sleeping on dust, living for steamer trunks and test tubes, living for the cure. They’ll remember the rats and squirrels. How, at one point, you couldn’t tell the difference anymore, the fever that came down from the clouds. When we were the first to go, foreign correspondents and outpatients, royals and their country’s flags, no one wept, only shook themselves clean. But then again, nobody ever knew of us, adorned in the finest silks, living out of our suitcases, living for all the others.














Lana Valdez is a poet and filmmaker living in New York. 

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