by Mel Sherrer
My girl comes in to find me crying,
so early in the morning it’s still night.
I say, “Oh, I was just watching videos
of people saving animals.”
She accepts it because she knows
those do make me weep.
Truth is, I was up
with that old
phantom, delighting in my quivering lip,
reminding me that what I lost is still gone.
Mel Sherrer (she/her) is a poet and performer. Mel teaches creative writing and performance literature. Mel’s work is featured in journals and magazines, and she is a 2021 Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee. Mel currently resides in Las Vegas, NV. On Twitter @Heda_Mel.
