you would have asked me to brush my hair back, so it wasn’t hiding my eyes, so you could get a look at what’s really going on. and you always did. now you want the strands pushed back, so you can see from the inside, from where it’s really going on. using my eyes to keep watch of your children and your children’s children. and i will, you will. how many breaths does it take to get to the center? how come you’re more real without proof? my cancer moon is in its own house made whole by mi madre que siempre está la luna.