when i was a little girl

one of my sisters used to bite her nails

when i’d look out the window

see the sliver of a moon

i thought that was her nail up there

wanting endlessly

to think of a way to get it back for her.

—

“it’s like we’re on a rocket ship that we were just painting,

and suddenly it took off

and we’re holding onto the ship with our fingernails.

– Esteban Contreras