above them another ocean’s spray of stars

on a lonely planet, isolated from reality

they bathe in the mirage that our family is whole

our blue latex-gloved hands hold Caroline’s

and we blow kisses through the paper masks

we stand a foot in front of her

but there are too many layers between us

there is no sound barrier—we can hear her laugh

and her nonexistent cries

we give everything to stay half as brave as Caroline.

Uncle Johnny sleeps beside her on the hospital cot

waiting for them to call

they can’t see the tired and the hurt and the hungry

behind her moonlit eyes

they’ve gone for a walk on neptune

to avoid earth’s ocean rifts

little do they know, neptune has it’s own


à bientôt




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