Prom Night

you kept a steak knife
in your desk drawer
with the sci-fi magazines
fake wood handle, flimsy
blade - but sharp
enough you thought

two hundred dollars in
the toe of your summer dress shoes
you counted it again and again
calculating the cost of a plane ticket
out of that town,
not knowing the cost of staying

either way your exit
would be fast and metallic

but you stayed
to spend seventy of those dollars
on a shimmering mermaid dress
white roses you pinned to my wrist

your closest friends, even we
had never seen you dance
but watching us you moved fast
and sparkling through a rite
of passage unlike the escape
dreams we once shared

Poetry
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When I am called

When I am called, they will call me by my mother�s name.
In a landscape of faces, flags, acronyms unfamiliar
to her they will know
I come only through her.

When I am called, they will call me by my father�s name.
Because he was everything that could have harmed me
and everyone here knows his face.
I will answer to my father�s name.

When I am called, they will call me by my sister�s name.
From the same beginning we are foreign people
from the same home we love with divergent fever
but for each moment of connection,
I will answer to my sister�s name.

When I am called, they will call me by my comrade�s name.
Because she is ever apart from me in the same place.
we met far from this crowd like
trees woven together in the dark
she led me to the gathering place, strange to her.
And I will answer to her name.

When I am called, they will call me by my child�s name.
Because they and I were once he
his need showed me what I could be.
The little I gave served us both.
I will answer to my child�s name.
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