my girl has ghost eyes
scared to look in the mirror
because her mom says ghosts are demons
and there might be one within her.
she wants to be a mortician.
says the west has a stigma against death flowing from its core
and that it must be cauterized.
there is a gap between her teeth
where all of the goodness spills out of her when she smiles.
my girl wants to leave this tiny town,
which she has outgrown like a worn pair of jeans.
just because something can be squeezed into does not mean it fits.
i hope she takes me with her.