Inevitable

crying over a simple email 

the lasts build a lump in my throat 

last time beaming onstage 

signing yearbooks 

wearing a stiff blue skirt 

my parents become kaleidoscopes 

whose frac-

tures arouse angry reds 

and ocean blue guilt 

I slice myself cutting out space between us. 

I march toward the future with heavy resolve. 

My mind fixes on a long, white grad dress, 

while my heart aches for little froggy pajamas.