Skin thin as paper
Folded on my mother’s arm.
My heart breaks with love.
It’s like glass breaking,
The crystalline tinkling sound
Of heart chords ending.

My mother’s pearl bracelet, gifted 15 years ago to her only daughter, worn as “Something Old” at her daughter’s wedding. Photo by Lindsey Naima Hemphill, owner of Naima Photography. The Plumas House, Reno, Nevada. Saturday, 12 October 2013.
And we are stardust
Playing in this, our heaven.
Miraculous, all.
Coworker angels
Reached into worn pockets:
Wonderful Life scene.
Her energy rose
Above the DMV noise
During the phone call.
“That is all I ask.”
Lurking beneath politeness,
Words hiding venom.
Bed bugs sting all night
While her mother lies dying:
No resurrection.