Staring down the barrel of the hot sun. Shining with the sheen of a shotgun. Sun has a little of we need to some. Moon has a ride if we wanna come. Hanging your jeans with a clothes pin. Skin still wet, still on your skin. Mango in your mouth, juice dripping. Shoulder of your shirtsleeve slipping.

Christmas Eve with your mother and sis. Didn’t want to fight but your mother insist. A dog’s white teeth slice right through your fist. Earth drove you to the ER and they put you on risk. Unchecked calls and messages, Earth worried out of her mind of your condition.

Sitting by your hospital bed, she would stay. Looking at you with concern and care, dried tears as the others made their way here. Your mother couldn’t care less, as always and your sister outside the room talking to a doctor. For a moment, Earth thought you would’ve have your hand torn off. She was scared but she still protected you, scared but still protected you…