How can I let go of you now?
You’ve seen my panic-stricken face.
You know the sharp stone
that vibrates in my belly.
I don’t know
where it came from
but you have one too.
I dream of scooping out the rock
from my body
like an avocado pit.
This poem first appeared in the September 2021 issue of Cathexis Northwest Press.
Jennifer Hill-Flores 