Carmen No. 2
I never really knew her that well
always saw her in pictures of when she was young
in black and white and beautiful she told me I was
beautiful but it stung both of us for her to say it.
She said she could feel herself fading when
she couldn’t remember her daughter’s name
and I was glad that she never really knew mine anyway.
Then she stopped saying I was beautiful
but looked at me with confused scorn unsure of why I was there,
unsure of why she was there,
unsure of everything.