Mira
she says
My name's Mira
as she shuts our
front door
calm cool
and I nod
to her fake Crocs and
thick coffee hair

Eyes careful
I think she
knows why I
stumble
red and shaky
Hello
Hola

I am embarrassed
I want to say
yeah we eat at
McDonald's too
all the time
like you
like you

Mira's mom
she cleans the
floors so
hard and shiny
I feel small
standing over the
small woman
as she wipes my dust
and smiles

We listen to “Swan Lake”
in my room
music box whirring
and her lighter eyes
softly clench my
darker ones and she
says

I don't know
about you but
this sort of depresses
me

I want to
say me
too me too
but I keep quiet

And I wonder about
Spanish music
not sad droopy
but lights
gold hoops
like arms
legs spinning
hair waving
tumbling

She will be having
a quinceañera
in four years

Eating quesadillas
dancing with boys
who are tall and
know how

And I know it is
stupid
but
I want her to
take me
away