We imagine digging an underground tunnel
to connect our houses.
Months spent on our hands and knees,
dirt deep under our nails
just so we could curl up like cats
in bed, watch TV while eating spray cheese
on crackers.
We want to replay my childhood,
for me to say your name over
and over just to hear it, see the letters
in the air.
Mama, mama, mama, we ache for
the warmth, to fit together
so tight there is no room
for our skin to age, our bodies to change.
We keep digging,
don’t stop until we feel
a hand.
