Last night,

December 31, 2017
By aliashaukat BRONZE, Austin, Texas
aliashaukat BRONZE, Austin, Texas
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Last night,
Last night I went to my bathroom and turned on the faucet,
maximum pressure,
because I liked the grotesque gurgling sound the drain made,
and I undressed in front of the mirror.
I walked to my window and took off what was left,
and my nextdoor neighbor must’ve thought that I was flashing him
or something
but really I was just checking to see how much body was left in the moonlight.
I counted the square inches,
each one looking like freeze-dried stars,
and I watched how my body sparkled. 
It reminded me of the good,
sand turning into diamonds as we sleep,
the moon potbelly-ing itself across our backs
at night
when we go to mourn.

It may seem silly to think about life in this way,
But I will make fists into the pillow next to me to shake out the face left in it
and I will go to sleep on a bed of

In my dream, my mother heats milk in the microwave
and feeds me,
holding my head,
brushing miles of hair back like a hangnail,
and everything is slow, soft, constant.

The author's comments:

I wrote this piece after the passing of a friend, causing me to look at small details in a different and new way. 

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