Departure
my beautiful is hanging loose
on an overused thread of incognito
in a room full of broken mirrors
with everyone who’s beautiful too
in ways she couldn’t understand
like my mom and sister who were really pretty
but they weren’t like us
like me, or my fat friend
my beautiful is baffled and lost
the lights go out, she twirls
sun sets, she feels free
she inches forwards, someone screams
my beautiful is clumsy too
she always oversteps her space
my beautiful, learn to stay in limits
the ribcage can grow no more
my beautiful is dangerously curious
she extends her arms
tries to feel their faces
she traces the half-moons
that lie under their eyes
she brushes the moondust
off their flaky autumn skin
holds their sunshine woven hands
the fingers are a mismatch
she buries her face in their hair
it smells of exotic love
she looks like nobody
or anybody who’s beautiful
my beautiful is now angry and tired
takes a pebble, throws it on the mirror
gravity fails her, reality slapped her
she breathes in, breathes out
so there is enough air in the room
to keep her afloat
she screams for help
i refuse to respond
she turns to dust
ready to leave
I am prepared to let her go
