Twinkle

by Lillian Hammerstrom

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But did he know? 

she is the one

who taught me

Oh, how dearly who loved me

I love who still loves me? 

to shine,

brilliantly, Who is she to me? 

twinkle. Am I her world? 

Am I just her star?

The single word Am I even her moon?

from a foreign professor 

after a torrent of ideas Because I feel like I am twinkling. 

sprung forth But maybe I am just flickering,

from my all-to-prepared that fluorescent light 

in the garage 

lips: Brillante. that she curses 

every time she goes to the fridge 

I spoke in a tongue for a Diet Coke.

my mother does not speak.

Lengua madre.