On summer nights

We’d go out walking.

The sky was black and the stars

Were close enough to touch.

The sun never rose.

Once we opened the gas tank

On the old Chevy in the driveway.

She told me to breathe deep and I felt the ground

Tilt. I was falling but not moving at all.

There was a high pitched whine coming from

Outer space, a million sharp points of sound

ConvergingĀ  in my head.

I wondered if I was dead and was surprised

that instead of being scared I was just


Enedina was very small for her age

with raven black hair and shocking eyes.

At night we went out walking. The black sky

Swallowing all the stars

and it was hard to find our way back.