She took no chance with the security line
clutching her ticket between her teeth...
I saw the moon,
next to her grave...
Inside her
there is an altar in her chest...
Please, turn the candles on and pray.
Today at recess, I was mad...
Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...
Eating becomes a fear,
attempts become impossible...
He is running through the house
scratching on the couch...
"Amma", her voice goes
as she strides barefoot...
If we communicated like the moon and the ocean...
we could wave our past goodbye and not be afraid...
Your toes must be tired;
after all that dancing you...
I could lose myself to us,
wiggle my toes in the grassy blades...
To capture
a moment...