every star goes out
i ask mama can you imagine a world without me? she’s cooking dinner hand on knife chopping onion peppers blade straight and sharp that’s like asking if I can imagine a world without stars hot stovetop cooks thin beef green chili sauce i reach to grab a piece burned in response well can you?
twin beaches
what would you do if i was gone? sand crushed seaglass turns to face me i don’t want this to be our relationship i’m reminded of my mother years earlier i don’t want to be a mother to a dead daughter