I look into the glass
It is melting
My reflection
Distorting
Slipping
Like waves through my hands
A tidal wave
Everything is ephemeral
Everything is rice at a wedding
Trampled underfoot
The light refracts
With a misstep
We broke our mothers’ backs
It was a long labor
And the pangs echo
Like the end of the world
It is coming
Like a train
And like a tornado
Like the last rain
Before the flood
Three
Two
