Did you look up tonight?
See that thick moon, curving itself into the sky?
Notice it because it will go away if you forget.
Notice the smell she leaves inside magazines.
Notice the shape she makes when pressed against red-linen’d mattress.
Notice her bone structure. Eastern European lineage.
Notice her thumb slung into bent silver.
Notice her appetite. She forgets to eat lunch sometimes.
Notice the dent against her skull.
When those boys pushed her down because she was too dykey; she got back up and left the mud there.
I thought I could handle someone else’s trauma, but I can barely pronounce my own.
Notice her heels, frozen oceans cracked against feet.
Notice her hair, detangled due to boredom and persistence.
Notice her hipbone.
The freckles that gather in the summertime and worry the cancer genetically taunting her.
Notice her push, press of salt and blood against western earth
grow into thunders