JP Howard

                                           mama this is how we meet each other

mama, you still enter my dreams                                       we are always on stage, scarlet lips ablaze

stone-still, i still cling to your sadness                               our papier-mâché smiles, merely masks

i am most alone facing a full moon                                  under prism of light, tears fall

mama, I am always reaching for you                                 won’t you hold this grief in open palms?

we float atop silent waves                                                     together, we are hushed whispers

i will not wake until i feel your warm breath                   salvaged shards of words

mama, please say my name one more time                      like a precious stone, crushed