Its black eyes
shimmer and
lighten the
room.
A pink flower
fades
on its belly.
I leave it in
the box
my mom
gave me.
She said,
this box
is the
leaving
stuff.
I pulled off the lid.
At the bottom of the box,
a bottle of
cute hot
pink
nail
polish
glanced
at me.
The necklace wrapped
around its neck
shimmered.
Too light
to come with us
to
America.
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